“It was an accident,” Damon growled. “Instincts took over.”
“Uh-huh,” Hans muttered. “I think the whole dragon instinct thing is just made up because you’re the biggest shifters there is. Ofcourse, you would milk more leeway out of being the biggest and strongest, too.”
Was this guy for real?
I ignored him, but was rewarded with a hard push for it. “Hey! I’m talking to you, asshole!”
“And I’m ignoring you,” I drawled, my dragon itching to show Hans just how powerful we dragons were.
“You know I’m right,” Hans continued, his tone managing to be both mocking and condescending all at once.
“Leave him alone,” Damon growled.
“Or what?” Hans goaded. “You’ll hit me too?”
I whirled around. “Enough!” I snapped. “Just shut up or go shift! You can talk to someone who gives a fuck.”
“You can’t talk like that to me!” Hans hissed, then pushed my chest as hard as he could.
The scent of oranges filled my senses and my dragon roared inside of me. Harpy shouldn’t be close to this asshole.
“Stop that!” Harpy shouted, appearing next to me and glaring hard at Hans.
Hans’ surprise was slowly dissipating as a wide smile spread across his face. His eyes went from Harpy and then to me.
“Oh, this is interesting. Have you come to defend your mate’s honor? Or perhaps you can enlighten me on why Nym refuses to shift?”
My eye was twitching from the strain of not hitting that smug bastard.
“And why are you demanding he tellyouhis reasons?” Harpy snarked.
“Because,” Hans began. “We’re sort of in this group thing together all week, are we not?”
I quickly shot a look over to where Willa was, her attention was on us, thankfully, and I watched with relief as she approached us.
“That doesn’t give you the right to be such a jerk,” Harpy stated.
“What did you just call me?!” Hans shrieked, his hands flying up to push my lovely mate in the chest.
“Fuck!” Harpy cursed, rubbing his chest where he was now sitting on the ground. The bastard had pushed him hard enough for him to stumble. I saw red.
My dragon took over. No one hurt our mate.
NO. ONE.
My shift had pushed Damon to the side and he cursed as he fell on his ass too, but I ignored him, my gaze firmly on the asshole who dared touchmytreasure.
I roared him straight in his shocked face, his skin paling with fear. He tried to back away from me, but I followed, my eyes never leaving his. I smelled urine and grimaced in disgust. He’d pissed himself.
“What’s happening?!” Willa demanded behind me.
I was still locked onto my target, daring him to lie.
“Hans pushed Nym’s mate to the ground after goading him about shifting,” Damon explained.
“Hans was acting like a huge asshole,” Harpy agreed.
“For fucks sake, Hans!” Willa exclaimed. “Haven’t you learned anything these past few weeks?”
