Unfamiliar.
Ugly.
Fuck.
It was definitely jealousy.
I didn’t like it.
Didn’t understand it.
And it put me in a foul mood instantly.
I pushed off the wall.
I needed to get out of there, so I did.
I moved.
Fast.
Because I needed air.
Distance.
Control.
“Oh, look. Our resident Hobgoblin.”
Motherfucking shit.
It was Gunner.
Of course, it was.
His hand came down hard-on my shoulder.
I stilled.
Barely.
Every instinct in my body screamed to break him.
“Great. Gunner,” I said coolly. “Just back from a game of fetch?”
He snarled.
Predictable.
Tedious.
There was no end to the doggy related insults I could hurl at the moronic Wolf Shifter.
“Watch it, Blue Boy.”
“Did you just invite me to put my balls in your mouth?” I tilted my head. “Sorry, Fido, I’m really not interested.”
He lunged—I moved left.
