Giddy stormed into the abandoned wine warehouse like a force of nature, his powerful kangaroo legs propelling him forward with a ground-shaking stomp that sent a faint shockwave rippling through the dusty wooden floors. The air was thick with the scent of aged oak barrels and fermented grapes, a heady, earthy aroma that clung to everything in the dim moonlight filtering through cracked windows.
After hearing Finch had already mated with Rose, Giddy was furious, so he tied Finch down in the chair and intended to have him watch. "Stay down, furball," Giddy growled, his Australian accent thick and rough. "You're gonna watch me claim what's mine. And if you so much as twitch, I'll stomp you into the dirt."
