That laugh, that single utterance of madness, snapped something inside Azriel. His golden eyes darkened, his wolf, Thunder, surging to the surface with a vengeance. The feral, primal instinct to protect his mate, his Luna, obliterated every ounce of rational thought in his mind.
In one swift, animalistic motion, Azriel was on Alex. His movements were so fast, so fluid, that the crowd barely had time to process what was happening. One moment, Alex was laughing, and the next, Azriel’s hand was plunging through his chest, the sickening crack of bone and flesh tearing apart echoing through the room.
The crowd collectively gasped in horror, a few onlookers screaming. Azriel’s hand gripped Alex’s heart, yanking it from his body with brutal efficiency. Blood sprayed across the floor, and Alex’s
