I was pissed off.

I didn't understand what the fuck the werewolf wanted from me, aside from clearly wanting to die. I had never actually gotten pissed off enough that my magick was uncontrolled to the point of me knocking over a fucking tree or being literally on fire, yet the were had driven me there.

The worst part of it was that I couldn't just kill him. Violet clearly liked him, he was close to her, so this stupid blood magick meant that I had to actually resist hurting her like that. It didn't matter that he was an utter fucking asshole who made shit worse with Bam and decided friendly fire was the way to fix problems and was completely unrepentant for it. Violet cared for him so the magick inside of me refused to let me actually turn that murderous intention towards him.

I was making a heavy and dark note on my brain to never ever ever ever ever use fucking blood magick binding again. Ever. It didn't matter if the person was bleeding out or not, I would sooner let them die then end up in the position I was currently in. My protectiveness towards Violet was nearly on par for that of Tia. Which was more than weird and uncomfortable for me. However, I didn't see how beating the snot out of him would hurt Violet so I gave myself that little concession.

"Well?" I gestured to him as I dropped my jacket on the ground, setting my feet. I was going to rock his fucking world for being such an utter jackass. What was worse was the fact I was eager to brawl with him again. I was still pissed off, yes, but my murderous intentions were mostly gone. "Let's fucking dance, dog." I shook my head slightly and avoided his gaze as he stared at me intently but he didn't say anything. "Fucking come on." He stood there, smirking slightly but not saying a word. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He was the most infuriating creature I had ever had the displeasure of meeting.

It took him a few seconds before he shifted on his feet, "Do I have leave t' speak, Red?" He asked it carefully and I scowled at him, pinching the bridge of my nose as I counted in my head. The mother fucker actually fucking listened and wasn't that another infuriating factor to add to him?

"You can listen when I tell you to shut up but not for anything else? Your priorities are fucking screwed." I muttered it to myself more than anything else before I looked at him. "By all means, go ahead." I gave a sweeping gesture in the area between us.

"Why did you no' kill me. You looked mighty close to doing just that." He asked it slowly and I gave a low sound of disgust.

"Violet is my blood-sister, you fucking moron." I ground it out, the last thing I wanted to do was explain everything to him. Talking blood magick was bad enough between witches, but to a werewolf? Yah. That always made the Elders clap for joy. I repressed the urge to roll my eyes. I didn't care about rules, I didn't, but he was infuriating enough that I wanted to just to deny him the knowledge. Which was more than enough to piss me off.

"An' that means..." He trailed off and I rolled my eyes.

"The magick I used brings her as close to me as a sister. She likes you, I can't kill you because of it. I kill you, I hurt her and I might not have some god awful Instinct screaming at me but I don't hurt my siblings that way unless they deserve it." That was the bare bones I was going to give him. I wasn't going to say anything else on the subject. "Are we done? Can we brawl this shit out now or do I need to find someone else to beat the shit out of?" I gave a rather aggravated gesture with my hand. He was turning me responsible and I hated it. I much rather preferred to have a fight and brawl than to sit and think about that shit.

His eyes went hooded and he gave me a rather crooked grin. "Well then that explains Violet's reaction..." He said it slowly, "Sisters... I think I can live with that explanation."

"What? Wanting to do some creepy sister swap bullshit in your fantasies later?" I could only imagine what he was thinking. He clearly loved and cared for Violet if he was willing to try and kill me to help her.

He gave a small shake of his head, "Violet is my brother's and I'm glad for it. Violet is too soft for a male like me." That crooked grin remained firmly on his face as he swept his gaze up and down my form. I wanted to junk punch him for it.

"Sure she is." I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. I really wanted to get to the throwing punches and beating his face in.

"It's true. I like my females with the ability to shove me when I get too overbearing, who don't mind slapping me around to get me to smarten up or can snarl at me to close my mouth." He seemed utterly amused by that and I let out another scoff, rolling my eyes once more.

"Good luck finding that." I could only imagine most werefemales were docile, unable to really be free like they wanted. He would have one helluva time finding someone who would put up with his ass besides that.

"No luck needed." He shook his head slightly, and his grin grew wider as he looked at me. "I found that female already." His gaze swept up me once more and I uncrossed my arms. For fuck's sake.

I lifted a finger, taking a second to compose myself at the understanding I had realized. "Don't you dare say it." I gave him a pointed look, mentally telling him to keep his damned mouth shut and not say what he was clearly going to say.

"Why not? Yer the type of female I would take as a breeder. Don't need luck when I've already found you." At the cocky words I felt like screaming, or hitting something, preferably him.

"Of fucking course. I'm no one's breeder, dog toy." I didn't do relationships, I didn't do kids. I wasn't even sure if I wanted fucking kids, like at all. I was happy being an aunty and a big sister, I didn't feel like I needed more than that. Yet this damned fucking werewolf wanted to take me on as a fucking breeder? Thanks, no thanks. Gag me with a fucking spoon, no.

He lifted a finger before pointing it at me. "Yet."

I ground my teeth together, feeling my eye lid twitch slightly. "Okay. I'm definitely punching you in the junk for that one." I would remove his ability to have kids entirely, perhaps it would get his head out of his ass and away from thoughts of taking me on as a breeder. "Now, can we fucking brawl? Or do you want to sit down and make a wedding vision board like a basic bitch?" I scowled at him, he was really fucking stupid, like really. He had already driven me to the point of being nearly uncontrolled and he seemed intent on doing that exact same thing again.

He shrugged before he pulled off his jacket, letting it fall to the ground. "Any other rules for the fight?" He looked at me expectantly and I huffed out a breath.

"Standard rules apply. Don't fatally wound or disfigure each other and no outside weapons allowed. You think you would know this shit." It was classic rules and the fact he even had to ask at all was rather disgusting.

He rolled his shoulders and then shook out his arms. "Fair enough." He brought up his hands and I brought up my own, we circled each other slightly, trying to feel each other out. I knew I had an advantage, he was still bruised to shit from our last fight. It was clearing up, the bruises were a mottled brown of being healed but he was still dealing with the after effects of it. "At the end of this, do you think I'll be able to fuck you?" He grinned at me and I gave him an unimpressed look. No matter how badly my body was singing with the dance we were going to have, I was still too pissed off.

"I'll sack tap you." It was the only warning he would get from me and I would follow through with it.

"Kinky." He wiggled his eyebrows and I stepped into his space, throwing a testing punch at him. He swatted at it with a laugh that was cut off as I followed through with a secondary punch from my other hand that clipped his chin as he jerked backwards with a look of surprise. He grinned at me, "Sneaky. Nearly got me there." He threw a punch at me without warning and I blocked it before I laid into him.

That pulse started underneath my skin as we traded blows. That love of the fight, of the violence, of the chaos, beat at me. It pulsed in through my veins, sending heat through me as we continued our dance. It didn't matter that bruises were blooming on my skin or that my breathing was strained or that sweat stung the small scrapes I was getting. Nothing mattered but the beating and pulse against the inside of my skin as we fought.

A thought popped into my head as he split my lip once more that had me wanting to grimace slightly as the taste of blood spread across my tongue.

It looked like I would end up fucking him after all.