“kick his ass for me.”
the more he downed each drink. the more the doses in his system triggered. ran through his veins , made him fly. the shit thing about being a werewolf? ( berserker ). that blood ran HOT. it burned up everything inside him , besides the anger. that it just fueled , made worse. the flashing lights , sound of bass , bodies against bodies all made it better. but for one kerr peeled himself from the dance floor. pushing hands hard against door to step into the cold of alley. catch his breath. eyes wild , glowing bright cerulean.
it was the smell of blood that made his nose scrunch. human. mixed with the sounds of yelling. screaming. his head snapping as he watched a girl kick & fight. punch , smack away another wolf who seemed to be on the edge like him. fangs extended almost instantly & he rushed forward. clawed ringed fingertips curling at the fabric of his shirt as he yanked the wolf off. flinging him across , his back crushing against the wall on the complete opposite side of them.
arm curled around her waist & he holstered her up. gaze shifting down to make sure the injuries wouldn't lead to an unwanted change. she asked him to deal with it. he didn't even know her but that wicked fanged grin of his painted his lips. he was never going to turn the chance down to get bloody. peeling his leather jacket off he draped it over her shoulders turning as fangs were full extent. he lunged catching the other wolf by the throat.
the fight lasted mere minutes as fist connected to jaw. grabbing the back of his skull & slamming him repeatedly against the brick until his body sank. he could hear the faint heartbeat. & for now he would leave him alive. but not without payback. hand still gripping hair he yanked backwards. claws digging into mouth , a scream as the other boy wiggled beneath him. passing out from the blood loss as kerr ripped one of his fangs.
bloodied , bruised. still smiling , teeth sharp. tongue grazing over as he placed the fang in her hand before pulling his jacket back on. crimson dripped hand pushing back tawny locks. his turn to her slow as he now hovered. scarred brow quirking with interest. ‘ do i at least get a drink? n` your name? ’
