@marchellas asked: “ you’ve got blood on your shirt. ”
red filled every fiber of his being. when the wolf snapped , HE RAGED. fist thrown one after another until the other wolf underneath him was almost simply , pulp. territory was most important for wolves. his pack however came first. it was small , a collective force of the werewolves within the school. kerrian had them on chains. he kept them from shifting unexpected. kept them from losing their cool. it was the only reason he got away with the things he did. ─── he kept everyone in check. except for this one simple time.
too mouthy. another pup trying to buck up , take his place on the top of that hierarchy. kerrian wasn't having it. he warned him , the venom of words slipping past clenched teeth. arms folded so tightly over his chest the scars across his torso showed. the newbie pup through the first punch. & with kerr's head turning his solid jaw cracking the knuckle of the newbie. his head turned back to only see the eyes of utter horror.
he had , fucked up.
that lead to them here. kerr now pulling the wolf by the collar snapping his jaws at him. giving him a choice to either behave , follow him. or go be a loner. everyone in their right mind knew being a lone wolf ─── even in the school with the sea of freaks. was a death sentence. the pack didn't just offer protection. it offered connections that went beyond those high walls. & the hybrid was the most infamous one. he shoved him back to the ground spitting blood against him before turning on heel. snatching his blazer that hooked on his clawed fingertip. draping it over his shoulder as he stormed away.
the pack stayed behind. pampered. nurtured the newbie back to health after kerrian almost tore him limb from limb. tossing his jacket to the side as he brought himself to the outside sinks. washing his knuckles clean from the blood. flashes of his childhood tearing through his mind until he heard the voice. ripping himself away from the darkness that lurked over his shoulder. brows furrowing , jaw rolling to pop as he cleaned against it. a small snort escaping him as his head dipped back , cerulean eyes glowing. ‘ really? i barely noticed , little rabbit. ’












