The waitress didn’t waste any time getting over to our booth and I told Blaze to sit down otherwise he’d be eating while standing there.
So he sat back down and we ordered our food and she took it back to the kitchen.
“Alright. I need to know what the f**k just happened. No werewolf can punch like that. Not in human form. We are strong, but not that strong.” Blaze said.
“I know. That’s why dad was always teaching me to control my temper. Because he knew that if I lost it while in human form, I could do just as much damage.” I explained. And he started nodding his head.
I could tell that he didn’t know what to do after seeing that. No one had ever seen me lose my temper because I had spent so many years learning to control it. Being told that I had to control it, no matter what.
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