Accepting that there was nothing else he could do to help the woman out with her car, Al grabbed the hood of the car and pulled it downward to stop the emission of smoke into the air. Albrecht casually leaned up against Sara's car at that point, his spread palms pressing against the top of her vehicle as he waited for some sort of response out of her. There was a sort of silence that ensued as she most likely thought over his offer which, he had to admit, was pretty odd to hear out of a man you'd never met before. Just as he was about to offer again to take Sara back to her home, a voice sounded to the side that caused Albrecht to look over in confusion.
"She doesn't. Sara." Al looked over at the man who the voice belonged to, an eyebrow cocked over his dark brown eyes as he gave the man a look of incredulousness. Was this man actually just going to walk over and address him like that? It didn't matter if he knew Sara, which he obviously seemed to; he had no right to speak at either of them like that in Albrecht's eyes.
At the same time, though, the scent of male wolf overwhelmed him so much that he wrinkled his nose quickly in disgust. It was the same scent Axel had worn the day before in the diner that had caused him to grow even more angry with his younger sibling-- it was the same scent he wore now. The scent of Alpha male was heavy on him, rank and overpowering, really. Even now, it grew more so as he pushed himself into standing position to move closer toward the other male, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as his head cocked, not so much a curious gesture as it was intimidating-- or so he hoped.
"Excuse me...?" he asked, stepping forward to size up to the man. Their eyes almost lined up, though Derek was taller still by an inch. "I'm pretty sure I asked her, not you, hot shot." Focusing more on the man's face, he realized that there must have been at least ten years between them. "What makes you think you can just answer for her? How about you give her a chance to speak?"
Turning his back to the man with a slightly disgusted expression, he faced Sara. "So, do you want that ride or is 'Skippy' going to give you a ride?" He jerked a thumb back in Derek's direction a bit rudely, not caring about the fact that the man was obviously a werewolf like him.
"She doesn't. Sara." Al looked over at the man who the voice belonged to, an eyebrow cocked over his dark brown eyes as he gave the man a look of incredulousness. Was this man actually just going to walk over and address him like that? It didn't matter if he knew Sara, which he obviously seemed to; he had no right to speak at either of them like that in Albrecht's eyes.
At the same time, though, the scent of male wolf overwhelmed him so much that he wrinkled his nose quickly in disgust. It was the same scent Axel had worn the day before in the diner that had caused him to grow even more angry with his younger sibling-- it was the same scent he wore now. The scent of Alpha male was heavy on him, rank and overpowering, really. Even now, it grew more so as he pushed himself into standing position to move closer toward the other male, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as his head cocked, not so much a curious gesture as it was intimidating-- or so he hoped.
"Excuse me...?" he asked, stepping forward to size up to the man. Their eyes almost lined up, though Derek was taller still by an inch. "I'm pretty sure I asked her, not you, hot shot." Focusing more on the man's face, he realized that there must have been at least ten years between them. "What makes you think you can just answer for her? How about you give her a chance to speak?"
Turning his back to the man with a slightly disgusted expression, he faced Sara. "So, do you want that ride or is 'Skippy' going to give you a ride?" He jerked a thumb back in Derek's direction a bit rudely, not caring about the fact that the man was obviously a werewolf like him.