_Zarelle’s POV_
“I’m the heir of the Dusk Moon Pack!” the drunk man shouted, his voice echoing through the hallway. My ears picked up the desperation beneath his anger. “Wait till I tell my father! When he comes for you, you’ll be sorry you were ever born!”
I couldn’t help but snort with laughter. The sound came out more like a growl, but I doubted he would notice. “What are you? A little pup? What kind of man goes home crying to his father when he loses a fight? What are you going to tell him? That you got beaten up by two girls?”
The man cowered when I raised my arm, and I could smell his fear spike. It was strong and sour, making Mirelle wrinkle her nose in disgust.
I clicked my tongue. “Pathetic.”
Through my enhanced senses, I caught the sound of his heartbeat quickeni
