Joseph's POV.
I held out my hand to Emma, sneering at her. She had finally seen the error of her ways and made the right choice.
"You could have spared all of them if you weren't such a selfish little b***h. None of them had to die, especially not for a treacherous mungral such as yourself."
Emma didn't say anything. She just stared at her dead friend lying at her feet. The silly, arrogant Alpha at my feet growled desperately as he struggled to get up. I wasn't worried about him. He wouldn't make it through the night. The rest of his pitiful pack wept in terror as they cried over the bodies of their fallen members.
I was done here anyway. I got what I came for. I was disappointed that my bastard son wasn't here. I would've loved to strike him down in front of Emma, but that didn't mat
