CAINE
"That won't be necessary," Jack-Eye assures the human with a placating smile. "Give us an hour."
Bob's shoulders relax. Of course; he's stood up to us without immediate repercussion. He must be feeling quite pleased with himself. Strong. Capable of fighting back.
My fingers curl into the plastic fabric of the camping chair.
Wait, Fenris says, nipping at my knee. It's quickly becoming an unpleasant habit. See what Jack-Eye is thinking first.
"One hour," the insipid little human agrees, backing away. "Or I call the cops, okay?"
I bare my teeth. Bob quickens his retreat.
"What the hell was that?" I demand of Jack-Eye once he's out of earshot. "Since when do we bow to humans?"
My beta looks uncharacteristically serious as he crosses his arms and widens his stance. This is body language I know a little too well; he always stands like this when he's willfully defiant.
Of course, he usually has a reason.
"You're trying to get on Grace's good side, aren't you?"
