"Who the fuck—?" Oliver grits out before he takes off his seatbelt and goes out. I follow him out and I'm met with Cyrus fucking Grayson leaning against his bike in the middle of the road.
And surprisingly, I'm relieved.
He didn't leave me after all. He gives me a once-over with a little tilt of his head before paying attention to Oliver—who is livid.
"Hey dude! Why the fuck are you blocking the road? Couldn't you have parked your little bike by the side of the road? People have to drive here, you know." Was he always this rude, or is it just me?
Who am I kidding? He was. I just ignored it. He was rude when he spoke down to the waiters. He was insufferable when he didn't have room service within 10 seconds. And he had a habit of throwing money in the faces of delivery drivers when they were a minute late.
Gosh, listening to his voice alone is infuriating enough.
Cyrus merely raises his brow and points a finger at himself.
"Are you talking to me?"
"Who else, dumbass? You are the one blocking the road, aren't you?" Oliver scoffs. Given how he doesn't hold a candle to Cyrus in size, he sure is brave. Or maybe the werewolf power feeds his ego.
I roll my eyes at his behaviour. How was I so blind to see his entitled and disrespectful way of treating people?
"I don't know. From my position, it's you and your little sister that are blocking the road." Cyrus shrugs. He is doing this on purpose. He wants to rile Oliver up to get a reaction out of him. But why? What does he want to see?
"You were the one standing like a fucking idiot on the damn road. We came much later. How are we the ones blocking? And she is not my sister." Oliver grits his teeth, his fist curling up. A vein appears on his neck as he turns red with fury.
He takes slow steps towards Cyrus—who in return doesn't back down. Instead, he straightens himself and mimics Oliver.
Both of them stand in front of each other at a distance, glaring.
"I was sightseeing. You ruined my view with your ugly presence, but your little sister isn't too bad." Oliver raises his fist and delivers a punch, but before it could touch his face, Cyrus stops it with his palm.
"You creep! How dare you disrespect my girlfri—" Before Oliver could complete his sentence, Cyrus stops him with his own rebuttal.
"Disrespect? I was complimenting her. She is beautiful." He lets his gaze flit to me for few seconds, and my cheeks redden immediately, both at the contact and the compliment.
I know he probably said that to piss Oliver off, but I can't the blush creeping up my neck. Sue me.
"Don't fucking look at her!!" Oliver throws a punch again, and this one gets blocked too.
Cyrus glares down at him before headbutting him so hard that Oliver stumbles back and his nose starts to bleed. I grimace at the sight and the sound.
He quickly recovers and wipes the blood oozing out from his nose. As he walks back to Cyrus, something about him has changed.
My eyes widen as I watch in horror at Oliver's glowing blue eyes. He bares his teeth just as his canines turn into massive fangs. He's transforming into his wolf form or is about to.
Cyrus, however, smiles, this dark, unsettling smile as if he was waiting for it. Does that mean his purpose behind riling Oliver up was to make him lose control and reveal his nature?
Oliver growls lowly in his throat before lunging at Cyrus at full speed. In the middle of it, his skin turns into black fur, his fingers grow sharp nails as they transform into paws, and his clothes come off so easily with no tear in them.
He tackles Cyrus with a loud cry. His wolf opens its mouth wide in an attempt to tear Cyrus's head off, but Cyrus quickly overpowers him and throws him on the side of the road.
Oliver gets up while Cyrus glares at him with his own pair of glowing purple eyes and fangs.
Oliver's ears perk up at the realisation that Cyrus is also a werewolf, but before Cyrus could fully transform, I hear something in the distance. A faint sound of a blaring siren. Cops.
"Stop! We have to go. The cops are approaching." Cyrus whips his head around as the glow in his eyes disappears. He runs to me and carries me to his bike in such a swift motion that I only notice it after I'm already seated on his bike. He secures a helmet on me before starting the bike and riding off.
By the time Oliver realises, we are already far from him. All I hear is a loud howl behind us just as the wind slaps me across the face.