Marius chuckled darkly, running his hand along the girl's pale neck. He could snap her head off in the blink of an eye, and Graeme knew it. "What's the meaning of this, Graeme?" Marius asked. "She's pack property."
"She's no one's property," Graeme snarled.
"Well she's certainly not yours, I see," Marius scoffed, yanking her hair again to rattle some helpless cries out of her.
"Let her go, and we can talk about it downstairs," Graeme replied. He put up his hands calmly, "I won't fight you. I give you my word."
"Why would we talk about it downstairs when we can just settle it right here?" Marius ran his tongue along his teeth tauntingly.
Graeme paused. He looked at August who was now staring back at him, her hair still pulled taut in the maniac's hands and her neck dangerously exposed. A fierce burning that had started low in his abdomen grew furiously, but he reigned it back, clenching his teeth with the effort.
