"Heel." The werewolf pinning Harley down growled out as Harley still resisted and tried to push it off. "Or else we'll kill the both of you."

"No need to start a war." The man holding the bag of clothes sighed out as he pulled some pair of shorts and held it in front of Harley. "transform back young man, there is no need to be aggressive. He merely glazed her skin.

Harley stared at the man for a moment, growling under his breath as his claws scratched against the grass, his pure ...