"We saw this poor witch before falling in the marketplace, such a little foolish for everyone to laugh at. Maybe it was that beating I gave her before. How's your knee little girl?"The wicked man snorted and hissed at Sharon.
She rolled her eyes, as she smirked, little girl? This asshole must be kidding. She was nothing but little and she was older than the bastard's great grandmother. She thought to herself that they were foolish humans. Maybe they had mistaken her for someone else.
Sharon stood up tall, glaring at them. "Back off, all of you. Leave us alone. We came here to eat."
"You weren't holding up so well yourself, were you, sweet lady? Want some alone time with me? Yeah?" The ugly one taunted and sipped his beer.
The table Warrior Two groaned as he offered the ugly fellow a disdainful look, and his irritation flared. His wolf wanted to attack the dreadful humans.
