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NOAH

I'll follow you down, through the eye of the storm

Noah watched as Delphine fiddled around with the different herbs. He didn't know enough--yet--to know what she was looking at. He didn't ask, either, he simply just observed with her silently. The man's questions caught his attention, however, and he looked up through  thick brows at the man. He was small, gangly, with his ribs clearly seen from beneath his thin shirt. Noah's jaw hardened and set. Ire surged and coursed through him. It started in his belly, warm and swirling. It moved up and through each of his limbs, growing white-hot as it reached the tips of his fingers.

Noah did not like to be angry. This, however, he could not stop.

Ire morphed into fury.

The hunter moved before he knew what he was doing. One hand reached down towards the light table, covered with the different dried herbs and gods knew what else the gangly man was peddling. All it took for Noah to toss the table aside and flip it completely over was one, swift motion with his strong arm. With the table out of his way, its belongings scattered into the walkway, Noah had the room to close the distance between him and the foul-mouthed shopkeeper. The veins in Noah's neck bulged as the same hand that flipped the table grabbed a handful of the man's shirt, the other pushing against his chest. He felt how easy it would be to snap fragile bones of the much smaller man as he did so.

He had never been aware of such a thing in his human form before.

"Never speak about a woman in such a manner, again." The Halovian hunter growled, voice low and threat obvious. The shopkeeper's eyes widened with panic and his breathing increased, his mouth moving but no words coming out.