Red's Demise

The Púca's Exposé

Fenris

"What the hell is your problem?" I roared mid-shift at the grinning male.

His grin only deepened when I confirmed his suspicions. Bastard Reptile.

My gait didn't falter as I went from four legs to two. Though my balance felt a bit odd on two legs, it wasn't long before my body quickly adjusted.

"Who the fuck do you think you are trying to bait me like that?" I challenged the male who simply rolled his eyes at my temper.

The wyvern-shifter was taller than me, which wasn't something I saw often. He was most definitely trained in skilled combat. And despite his huge frame, I would be willing to bet that he had the slippery skills that most reptiles did. Our fight would be long and difficult. But gods did I want to punch that shit-eating grin off his face.

"I was simply trying to confirm my suspicions." Silas shrugged and leaned against the stall.

Ivar snorted on the other side but didn't bother looking at the black-cloaked male. I doubted if I walked over he would pay me any attention either. There was only one person he cared about and she wasn't here. Ivar had zero fucks to give to us.

"Which was?" I asked, my tone snippy and impatient. I didn't like being away from her. Made me feel almost itchy.

"I said suspicions, meaning there were multiple," Silas felt the need to point out with a pointed tone.

My temper flared and I took a deep breath. There was no reason for this male to rile me up as much as he did, but here I was. Ready to beat the shit out of him as he did to me the first time we met.

"Enough with the games. What is your interest in me, and why does it involve her?" I made a motion at the manor that stood behind me as I spoke.

"Truthfully," The male contemplated his words carefully, "I had no interest in you until I realized what you were. It was nice to see another rare breed around and I just wanted to ensure that my assumption was correct." While he spoke, Silas watched Ivar play with his water.

His words made some semblance of sense. Though one thing was still unclear.

"Then why are you interested in her?" I hedged the question carefully, attempting to keep my voice void of emotion. The last thing I needed was this male assuming anything about her and I's relationship.

His chuckling response was not comforting.

"Why so many questions, Púca?" The male questioned with another shit-eating grin. "You haven't-?" He asked and paused as if in shock. "Have you?"

His eyebrows rose as I responded, "fuck you," I cursed at the male with venom lacing my voice.

"Oh, you poor devil."

I had to take another deep breath. I had to steady my shaking hands. I had to relax my muscles that were threatening to attack him.

My temperamental reaction to the wyvern-shifter was confusing. I had never felt possessive over someone before, especially someone who definitely didn't need my protection. Yet at the reptiles hanging sentences, I felt as if he was posing a threat. As if he was trying to encroach.

My most recent other-half, the leopard, was screaming to be let out. He didn't like what the wyvern-shifter was insinuating. Or the curiosity that he was showing.

Wyverns were the most territorial shifters. If anything was to be known about them, amongst the little knowledge anybody knew, it was that they staked claims and guarded them to a firey - or watery - grave.