If he dared to speak that way about my mother, then I won't hesitate to severaly injure him.

“What did you just say?...”, I whisper.

“Hmmm?Oh the part about your worthless mother, she wasn't worth anything. You know why? Because she was a slave to the master”, he chuckles darkly

I instantly grab him by the neck, and proceed to slam his head into the brick wall, leaving a crack in the wall.

“My mother had a difficult past, you wouldn't last a mere secound if you were her”, I state.

“Why would I even want to spend a day as a slave?”, he continues.

That tears it.

I tighten my grip, and swiftly I kick him in the chest. I hear him cough a bit, then I effortlessly grab him by the leg and throw him across the hall, hitting the wall hard, his head slamming into it.

Blood.

Sure enough the red liquid dripped from his head down onto his face, and he reaches for his stomach. Pain lacing his features, which would have made me smirk.

“You're just a weak upper class, and you deserve nothing but the worse, your the true disgrace”, I say loudly. My wolf tail lashing in anger.

“Consider yourself lucky, I could've done far worse. Let this be a reminder that if you ever mention my mother in disrespect again I'll hunt you down, and burn your body so badly they won't be able to identify the corpse.”

With that I send a deadly glare his direction, and he turns his head away new found fear showing in his eyes.

He should be afraid.

If anyone dare talk about my mom in that way again, they'll share a more violent and bloody outcome then this poor pathetic fool.