Third Person POV
*Warning, this chapters contains gore and violence, readers are adviced*
Vaden strode out of the room, leaving Darren in a heap on the floor, bleeding and barely conscious. The metallic tang of blood mixed with the acrid stench of fear filled the air, clinging to Vaden like a second skin. His wolf snarled inside him, restless and hungry for more. But there was another prey waiting.
As he stepped into the adjoining chamber, his sharp gaze fell on Lysander, slumped against the wall in a lifeless sprawl. The beta’s face was ashen, his breaths shallow and uneven. The faint sound of Darren’s earlier screams still echoed faintly in the back of Vaden’s mind, and the pathetic creature before him had fainted from just hearing them. Disgust curled his lips. Such a sorry excuse fo
