“Ow. Why am I on the floor?” Boxing mishap from Wulf by Kayelle Allen #MMRomance #SciFi #MFRWhooks

In this scene from Wulf, while looking for Luc, Wulf opened the door to a built-in gym where Luc and his teenaged son, Senthys had been boxing. Senthys ducked just as the door slid open, and Luc punched Wulf.

What happened?

"Wulf?" Luc's voice intruded in the darkness. "Wulf, wake up."

He opened his eyes to find Luc and Senthys both hovering over him. "What happened?"

The teenager leaned in close, peering at him. "Nose is busted."

"Senthys!" Luc snapped. "Get back. This is all your fault!"

"Is not!" the youth shot back. "I didn't deck him. You did."

Wulf pressed his nose. "Ow. You hit me?"

"He sure did." Senthys jerked a thumb at Luc. "Right in the nose."

"I did not!" Luc insisted.

"Shut up, both of you. Somebody hit me. Why?" Wulf raised himself up on an elbow.

"Don't get up." Luc knocked it out from under him.

Wulf's head bounced on the semi-soft surface. "Ow!"

"Sorry! I'm sorry." Luc caressed Wulf's face. "Why'd you come in? The sign on the door says 'knock and wait.' You could've been hurt."

"He was hurt," Senth pointed out.

Luc glared at him.

"What sign?" Wulf rubbed his brow. "My head feels like shit. Where am I?"

Senthys grinned at him. Up close, his blue eyes had slashed catlike pupils and his fangs showed. Otherwise, he appeared human. "Your head hurts because Dad punched you in the nose."

"Senthys!" Luc gritted his teeth. "This is all your fault!"

"Hey, I didn't do anything." Senthys moved to Wulf's other side. "You okay, Wulf?"

"Senthys!" Luc stiffened. "That is Mr. Gabriel to you."

Wulf closed his eyes. "Please fight later. What happened? Why'd you hit me?"

"I'm sorry he beat you up, Wulf." Senthys sat back.

"His name is Mr. Gabriel"-- Luc repeated --"And I didn't beat him up."

"Luc, let him call me Wulf. Mister sounds like you're talking to my father."

"'Luc'?" Senthys chuckled. "You let someone call you 'Luc'?"

"Son, do not use my first name."

Senthys shrugged. "Wasn't me calling you 'Luc'. I said Wulf calls you 'Luc'. I know better than to call you 'Luc', sir. I know how much you hate it when people call you by the name 'Luc'. I sure wouldn't call you 'Luc'."

"Senthys!" Luc's teeth showed in a grimace. "Knock it off!"

The youth blinked, his face a picture of innocence. "Knock off what?"

"Both of you!" Wulf covered his eyes. "Shut up!"