Ember’s POV
I grabbed the bloke who held my collar and bent his arm until he cried out in pain. If I was angry, my Wolf was furious, and neither of us was willing to entertain level
Of bullying.
“Brat.” I heard one say and it was followed by someone else dragging me by my hair so that I had to let go
Of the hold I had on his friend.
The man spun around and would have hurt me had I not kicked him in the groin.
“Bullseye,” I said with a smirk as I watched him grow pink with the pain.
“Alright, playtime is over.” The last one said, advancing on me and I gritted my teeth,
“Why don’t you hoodlums ever pick
On somebody your size?”
I turned to the owner of the voice in surprise,
“Paris?” I said, a cry escaping my lips,
“You’re not the only
One with a sixth sense.” He said and winked
