five tennis balls

The prodding shook Kennedy from his sleep, and he snarled out of instinct. It was not just one, but two wolves hovering over him, and he growled lowly at them. Just because he was sick of the way things were did not meant that he would allow himself to go without a fight. It just wasn't his style. He had way too much moaning and complaining to do before he rolled over and showed his throat to anybody who would end it.

“Fuck off,” he warned, his hackles raising and making him look bigger than he actually was.