"I...UH...SHE WAS SITTING ALONE AND...IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?"
"Leave. Now." Grayson was practically snarling. Alison was pretty sure the young stranger, Mason, was about to lose control of his bladder. His friends had quieted immediately and were staring at them in horror.
The stranger stood up very hurriedly after that, his face paling. He mumbled something coherent before stumbling back towards his table. His friends scooted slightly away, and she knew Grayson's presence was affecting them, although they didn't know it. Alison could help but feel the smirk come on to her lips, actually basking in Grayson's protectiveness for once, although if he'd hurt the young boy, it would've been an unnecessary scene. Her Mate was still glaring daggers at him as if debating whether to follow Mason and threaten him more. Alison was pretty sure he felt somewhat frightened by Grayson.
