"Y'know what, how about we fucking try this again, mate," Angelo said to Zymere scornfully and distastefully before adding, "get the fuck away for my mate."
However, with all the common sense in Zymere not so common anymore, he charged at Angelo after landing Hera one more punch. That shit did hurt. Regardless, Hera, not being one to be pinned down, and with the help of her wolf, got back up to help her mate bring down the bastard.
And so it was that Zymere was fighting the two royals. Two stronger people than him together, an advantage that the young wolves didn't know of yet. Maybe if they had known that, they would have used it, but it wasn't time yet.
They were all strong, and that could be felt in the amount of airwaves they caused around them, but did they care? Not one bit. They were all on a mission to make their own lives more miserable.
