Nikki's cheeks flared crimson, her nails digging so hard into Ares' sleeve that the fabric pulled tight under her grip. "Do you hear her?" she cried, her voice trembling with outrage. "She dares to talk back to you like that!"
Eberhard's lips peeled back into a snarl. The fury in his eyes had not dimmed, though the evidence of Rhea's blows had. Werewolf bodies were designed for war, their healing unnervingly swift: blood clotted in seconds, tissue knitted itself together almost as soon as it was torn, and pain dulled into nothing in less than minutes.The whip welts that had once scored his flesh were already fading into faint, silvery lines. He lifted his chin toward Ares, venom dripping from every word. "She is mocking you, Alpha. She needs to be put back in her place."
Rhea's eyes slid toward him, sharp and unbothered. "Oh, shut up already," she said coolly. "Or do you want some more whips?"
