He spat. “To hell with his apology.” He snarled. “If this is how he’s willing to treat another member I say to hell with him.” He said, raising his head defiantly. “I say banish the cur, let him find some other doorway to darken.” He growled, the fur on his neck standing on end, his eyes never leaving Azazel’s for a second. “He’s only mortal, let him die a mortal death.” He concluded. Fury still burned in him as he regarded the larger male. He glanced back at Malleus as soft growls radiated from his throat, waiting to see what he had to say about the matter. Would he agree with him or let the wild dog run rampant through the pack.
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