Descent
Alastor muttered.
Harry rolled his eyes, unaware that Sean had slowly turned to look at them, approaching menacingly, ball clenched tightly in hand, “I know, right? I bet he has a mommy kink or something… uh, hello there! Wait! Sean, not the face! NOT THE FACE –!”
As the game continued with the opposing pack taking the lead this time around, Alastor saw his chance when the ball was passed to the older alpha, charging straight towards Tony with Harry right behind him.