To my horror, murmurs of agreement broke out in the crowd.
“He bit him! He’s bleeding!”
“Doesn’t he run that shady bar?”
“Hedidattack him first…”
At the last comment I groaned. Of course Scar was the one to attack Mav first. When I found them fighting, Scar probably attacked first and asked questions later. Could this situation possibly get any worse?
Edged on by the supportive crowd, Mav continued. “Not only that, but hehitme when I was a customer in his bar! He assaulted a customer!”
Scar’s hackles raised. “What!? That’s only because you were harassing omegas on my property!”
But Scar’s voice was drowned out by the shocked gasps and gossipping. A sea of stares fell onto Scar and I. Mav smirked at us. He knew he had won.
“Well, I’m gonna go home and see my daughter,” Mav said with a shrug. “Later!”
Exhaustion slammed us. Scar shifted back and collapsed into a listless pile. I couldn’t think. I felt suffocated and could hardly breathe.
With their entertainment gone, the crowd dispersed. Once they were gone, sense slowly came back to me. We needed to collect ourselves before we tried to save Angel again.
I shifted into my human form and reached down to help Scar back up, but when my hands got close, he snapped, “Don’t touch me.”
Shocked, I pulled back like I’d been burned.
Scar hauled himself to his feet without my help. He wouldn’t look at me as he began walking away.
“Where are you going?” I cried.
“Away from you,” he snapped.
My heart skipped a beat. Icy sadness gripped my chest, and my legs turned to lead. I couldn’t follow, or even cry out to him. All I could do was watch my mate leave me.
My mate—and our child he was carrying.
