Caine and the Lycan both look a little too smug when they look in my direction, leaving me feeling a little uneasy, like I'm missing something. But the feeling's not nearly as strong as the shock from watching Fenris take a bite out of someone's shoulder.
Ron's finger taps against the back of my hands, where I've plastered them over his eyes to save his innocent teenage soul.
"Can I look yet?"
I stare at the now-conscious Lycan's mangled shoulder. Blood flows freely from the bite wound, and yet both men are standing there like it never even happened. He's even smiling.
"You should probably just go inside," I tell Ron uncertainly. New to parenting or not, even I know children shouldn't be exposed to this level of violence. I very clearly remember my dad covering my eyes and my mom covering my ears during certain parts of superhero movies at the tender age of six, and those were the ones made for kids.
He snorts. "I can assure you, I've seen worse."
