“And you play God? Think you can fix everything that’s wrong in the world?” Cas demanded, drawing attention back to himself. Seth inhaled sharply. A patina of coarse hair crept down Caster’s jaw, his knuckles sprouted dark curls.
“At least I’m trying to help,” Dex snapped, “and not forcing my own problems onto others. I didn’t ask to have my eye ripped out, but my solution isn’t to blind the world to make amends!”
Cas snarled, feral, his mouth distorting in anger. “You insult me before my pack? You dare?”
“You are a disease! You are revolting. You have forced yourself on these people, forced this on Seth with no regard to his desires. You’re a pestilence. You should be stamped out.”
“What are you doing? Are you insane?” Seth shook off his guard and took position near Dex, his arms already bulging. “Do you want to get yourself killed?”