Levi was grateful for the soft cotton of his shirt, and he ignored the catcalling Alphas around him as he shed the garment and destroyed it. ' The cloth tore easily, and Levi shredded it into strips and wrapped the ravaged knuckles of his right hand, layering it thick enough to protect the wound without hindering his ability to make a fist. ' ' 'He had been too long out of the pits, and when he'd fought that Alpha in front of Armin's house, Levi was careless with himself. ' Let his fists fly without hesitation, without thought of where they were landing, or how it might affect him later on. ' The Omega's mind had only held one thing in that moment, clouded over in a rush a fury, and that was

Eren.

Protect.

His vision had gone bright with anger, and everything disappeared until nothing existed but

mate

and

enemy