"What the hell were you thinking?!" Jaxon grumbles as his hand tightens around your arm as he's dragging you away from the witch you just fought. Your nose is bleeding, and your knuckles are bloody and bruised, but you just roll your eyes.

His lips stuck in a snarl, slightly angry at himself for his actions. He's not one for 'protecting' new people, let alone humans. But he can't help but feel protective of you, the only human in this school for paranormals.