Chapter 46

"He grabbed my arm and shouted at me. I slapped him." I said, smirking with pride. My smirk faded when I saw Jon's hardened face, so I continued. "He called me a bitch, accused me of seducing you and distracting you from work. I told him off, of course. I warned him not to touch me again or interfere with the training or else I'd hurt him." I finished. Jon was silent. He began breathing heavily and I felt his hackles rise and saw his canines extend. He was growling under his breath. Suddenly, he leaned in and sniffed me. I was too shocked to react, so I froze. I felt his fingers trail over my arm as he continued sniffing me. With a gentleness I didn't know he could be capable of at his current feral state, he rolled up the sleeve of my shirt on my left arm. His eyes widened. There were bruises in the shape of fingerprints on my arm where General Craft had grabbed me. Jon, breathing heavily, stumbled back and stood. He gave a loud roar, causing the walls to shake. I winced at the sound,