Drach, that bastard didn't look in the least bit remorseful after shoving me down. "Look, omega," he began with disdain, "this is none of your concern. Stay out of it before you get hurt."
Before I got hurt?
Like the damn bastard hadn't already hurt me. And he knew what I was?
Fuck him.
"Why don't you go eat shit, you asswipe!" I screeched at him, fumbling to get on my feet.
Lupe was right beside me, "Isleen, no. No, no, no." She pleaded nonstop.
Just while I was still reveling in my contempt for him, the bastard bent in front of me with a scoff.
"Asswipe, huh?"
What came next was a searing pain that ripped through my arm as he shoved me again with surprising force.
My legs buckled beneath me, and I tumbled to the ground, landing with a sickening thud. A sharp cry escaped my lips as a jolt of pain shot through my elbow.
"Isleen!" Lupe shrieked, rushing to my side and kneeling beside me.