From First Omega, my wolf-shifter book.
“You got something to say?” Liam asked when the silence had stretched out to be almost unbearable, the only sounds those of the boys’ breathing and the occasional squawk of a crow in the trees overhead.
“Yeah. Fuck off.” Josiah reached out with both hands and pushed Liam backward.
The shock on the werewolves’ faces would have been comical, had Josiah not been so damned scared. This type of schoolyard posturing was typical in the human world, but it seemed that here in the werewolf compound, nobody ever stood up to bullying alphas, particularly not omegas, and they certainly didn’t get physical. Josiah knew that, although he had the upper hand at the moment, things were about to turn very ugly.