Chapter 5
My opponent gurgled frantically, prying at my fingers to no avail. Around us, the usual friendly chatter and quiet clinks of glasses stilled as our audience took in the new entertainment. Even Stooge, who was busy putting the crowning touches on his beer pyramid, noticed the change in atmosphere and called over a complaint.
“Dude, you’re not getting into a fight without us, are you?”
I didn’t have time to reply, though. Because the blackmailer’s buddies were converging upon me and it took every ounce of my training to focus on disarming rather than de-arming.
Yes, my wolf was very much awake and he wanted blood.
Dropping the blackmailer at my feet, I spun and cold c****d the nearest bastard while scooping the legs out from under the guy on his left flank. The already dim bar
