Asher's POV
“Fuck you!” Liam screamed as he launched himself at me fiercely.
This Liam was like a wild cat even though he had no trace of werewolf blood running in his veins. He looked furious and scary, way more than a mortal ordinarily would appear.
"Yo!” I was terrified of the beast I awakened.
I wasn't swift enough to dodge him, as his fist smacked me hard on the face and I fell flat to the ground with my back, with him safely landing on top of me like a squirrel hunting for ripe berries.
“Ouch... Shit!” I lamented as I took the defense, shielding every fierce blow the angry bird threw at me.
“I hate you!” He didn't relent as he moved on from random punches to slaps and kicks with his knee and each got harder than the previous.
It was both painful and hilarious, because this was the first time I had seen Liam this pissed, and it had him acting like a toddler throwing tantrums.
“Argh!” I groaned when a slap landed on my nose, almost distorting it from its original position.
