Cyra

I started to stand the moment Yorick was punched. I saw Alpha Nevaeh step forward then quickly step back as Yorick vomited his food all over him. My own hand slapped over my mouth. I’m not sure if I was trying to keep my own food down or if I was holding back a laugh, but that shifted as soon as he lunged at my smart-mouthed mate.

This time I do stand, but Yorick must have expected it. He dodges, and the guy slips on the vomit falling to the ground.

“ENOUGH!” Alpha Leo roars. “Get ...