The Petty Fight

The satisfying ‘whomp’ of my fist connecting with Jin's jaw boomed through the hallway like a thunderclap announcing the arrival of a comedic genius.

The smug smirk he usually wore evaporated faster than a snowflake in a sauna. On his face was now a comical look of surprise that could launch a thousand memes.

Only Keiran was capable of wiping the smugness away from people like that. I should be given an Oscar or something, bruh.

"Woah there, big guy," Jin mumbled, gingerly touching his jaw with the grace of a newborn giraffe learning to walk. "What the heck was that for?"

"That is for trespassing," I declared, rolling up my sleeve because I’d be damned if I didn't fight him today.

It was all I had been yearning for. To punch some senses into his brain and show him why I was the Lycan. "That is what you get for fraternizing with the enemy. Don't forget, Lucille's my mate, and you, my dear Jin, were about to commit a very serious act of smooching."

I could hear the stupid Nimue gaspin