He kept his wing spread over the others from the school, but let the wing that had been over the crowd fall back. They clearly no longer wanted his protection. Clearly. He roared at the woman, trying so hard to fight the anger at her, to fight the urge to shut her up. Because he didn't trust himself to intentionally miss. Because he felt fury building. His eyes slid closer and closer to red, the color becoming brighter, more liquid. He wasn't sure how much control he had left...