Erica:
Dante sunk his fist into lorenzo’s face and he crashed to the floor.
“Dante!”
I grabbed his arm. His eyes were glowing. His wolf was agitated and he pushed me gently aside.
“Don’t tell me to calm down. Erica. This bastard nearly hurt you!”
He stood protectively in front of me and watched Lorenzo peel himself slowly off the floor. His face was bruised and blood was streaming from his nose. He wiped it with the back of his hand and snarled, his glowing eyes now fixed on Dante.
“You bastard! How dare you?”
He pounced on Dante and pinned him to the ground. He balled his fist and slammed it, missing Dante’s head by inches and slamming it into the tiled floor where he made a crater.
“Stop!”
Rissa was screaming at the top of ber lungs and tried to go towards them, but Javier pulled her away and kept her shielded behind him.
“Stop fighting!”
I yelled but my voice wasn’t doing anything. Dante found an opening and kicked Lorenzo, sending him flying and crashing into the glass centre tabl
