The dane snarled once more, loud and defensive, as he ignored his wounds. He struck out, fangs toward Amy which instantly caused a loud roar to come from Fang's chest. The german shepherd slammed down into him, grabbing onto the dane's throat with firm hands. His claws dug in, drawing blood as they did, and he shook the male relentlessly. How dare he think about hurting his queen?
A new edge, one even Fang wasn't aware of, came over him. He slammed fists into the male's body and moved a head down to clamp teeth onto the throat that bled from claw wounds. The taste of his blood, not satisfying as Amy's had been that night, was something as justice. He was still snarling as the dane fought for his life. That's when he realized Amy might be mad, what if he wasn't suppose to hog the victim? Jerking away, he drug his large fangs across the throat to open the wounds more as he removed his mouth. The bleeding dog yelped and struggled before them as he tried to flee. A cruel, evil laugh came from Fang's mouth.
Run, you piece of shit! taunted the male. The dane managed to get his back haunches into the air but not for long. The luperci man's foot came slamming up into the hips and sent the dog flying across the ground. The dane pathetically whined from his place on the dirt as a lake of his blood gushed about the land.
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Fang Table By Cait.