Xin Yi marched straight into the middle of the fight, grabbed Hei Yan by his muddy, blood-soaked hair, and yanked.
"OW—"
"SHUT UP!" She whirled on Qing Lin next, jabbing a finger at his chest. "And YOU! Both of you are GROWN MEN acting like TODDLERS!"
"Xin Yi—" Qing Lin started, his voice strained.
"I SAID SHUT UP!"
Both Alphas froze.
Probably because Xin Yi had never yelled at them like this before. Or maybe because her face had gone that special shade of red that meant someone was about to die.
She pointed at Xiao Long, who was sitting up now, rubbing his head with a confused expression.
"You just hit a CHILD!" Her voice cracked. "A seven-year-old! What is WRONG with you?!"
Hei Yan's face went pale. He looked at Xiao Long, then back at Xin Yi, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"I—I didn't mean—"
"I don't CARE what you meant!" Xin Yi's hands were shaking now. From anger or fear or exhaustion, she couldn't tell. "You could have seriously hurt him!"
