Fusillade
Azrin admitted, his voice tight with anxiety.
“Did you ask for his bite?”
“No,” he whispered, shame and fear entwining in his chest.
“That fucking brat! I’ll kill hi—”
“Do not fucking threaten him. You hurt him, and I’ll never forgive you!” Azrin hissed, baring his fangs in a show of aggression. His body shifted into an offensive stance, his claws flexing in readiness to strike. The air around him crackled with tension, his pheromones spiking in defense of his absent alpha.
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