Mate of War
War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.
"Don't talk to her!" War barked, using his free hand to grab him by the shirt before flinging him into the wall.
Gods, he was furious. How dare he? Use that language in front of his mate...not only the demean War, but to demean her! Trent groaned as he slid down onto the ground, crimson blood dripping freely down his mouth and shirt. War broked his nose, most likely.
"Oh fuck you and your dramatics," he spat, the blood sipping into his mouth splattering onto his shirt below as he hurled insults and curse War's way. Ignoring him, he stepped over his legs and grabbed a terrified Pome
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