As Beta, though, he did try to give the idiot a chance. Show patience before acting, or so he’d been taught as part of those anger management courses Leo made him take. Hayder employed one of the tricks to control impulsive acts. He counted. “Three.”
“I’ll cut you.” Slash. Slash. The knifeman sketched lines in the air.
“Two.”
“I mean it.”
“One. You’re dead.” Hayder took a step forward even as the last dumb wolf took a step back, one hand clamped around Arabella’s arm.
Lightning fast, Hayder shot a hand out to grab the wrist of the guy wielding the knife. This fellow had slightly faster reflexes than his pack brothers and actually managed to score a line of red across his palm.
The blood didn’t bother Hayder. ’Twas but a scratch.
However, the coppery scent did something to Arabella.
Up snapped her head. Her nostrils flared. Her brown eyes took on a wildness. Her lips pulled back in a snarl.
“Don’t. Touch. Him!” With a screech, she turned on her captor and then proceeded to go rabid on his ass.
How cool.
Coming July 7th, 2015
Published on June 18, 2015 12:01