Strength of a Beta

The shock Damien had over the news he heard regarding the cops that arrived got replaced by rage over how arrogant Forrest sounded.

“You damn Beta bastard… What the hell did you do?!” he demanded.

“Isn’t it obvious? I had my mate contact the agents and send them here for backup. And the police, as well,” Forrest calmly explained. “The ‘cops’ your boys speak of must be Kiara’s men. I did make it clear to contact those humans a little later. Seems that’s the right choice, if you have some werewolves hiding in here.”

The explanation was really starting to piss Damien off, if he wasn’t already. How dare this Beta sound cocky in his presence? All because he got him by surprise! And he was going to pay.

“You think a Beta like you has any right to stand against me? An Alpha! Don’t screw with me!” he shouted, getting up from his seat and shifted into his werewolf form.

Or so he was about to shift, when a fist suddenly collided against his face, and sent him back down to his seat, and tumbled