Starglow Basin Serpent

Perhaps Castel had been too bold.

He recognized the sneer in Soto’s eyes before he lunged. He jerked his head sideways, a narrow dodge that saved him from the crushing grip of Soto’s jaws. A brief snarl escaped him, as he backpedaled a step.

His amber gaze flicked to Leto—she was begging, her words tumbling out in a flurry of concern. Something like annoyance flickered in his eyes. He didn't want some puta begging for his life. Like Castel could not defend himself. Like he were hopeless.

Dropping his head was not an option, but he wasn’t ready to lock jaws with the wolf who called the shots around here. He lifted his muzzle just enough to show his teeth, words delivered in a tight hiss: “Fácil no soy.”

Castel had never bent the knee. He had never tucked his tail. Soto would have to try his luck in killing him first.