The door to my Bedroom flew open and two male Werewolves that I have not met yet, stormed into the room.
Brax hugged my naked front to his body and glared at the intruders; I peeled him off of me and wrapped the quilt around our bodies.
'This better be good, you idiots'. Brax snarled, not even bothering to hide his anger.
This is a side to him that I have not seen.. it brought a lump in my throat and I felt concerned for their welfare.
'Uhm.. it is the prisoner.. he fought against us and we-'. The younger Werewolf spoke in a panicked voice.
He leapt out of bed, disregarding his nakedness and had them both up by the throat.
I stared in complete and utter shock and fear; this is not the man I know.. violent and.. cold.
'Is he dead?'. He snarled.
They could not answer him, however, because he was choking them.
'BRAX! STOP IT!'. I SCREAMED.
