ALARIC POV
*trigger warning - Gore, murder*
*Sharks - Imagine dragons*
Jasper’s wolf struggled beneath me.
Drake had him pinned flat against the dirt, claws dug deep into his shoulders, forcing his chest into the ground while the bastard twisted and snapped his teeth uselessly toward my throat.
He was strong.
I would give him that.
But he was losing.
Blood soaked the fur along his side and shoulder. His breathing came rough and uneven, his strength bleeding out into the soil beneath us.
My jaws hovered inches from his neck.
All I had to do was bite.
One quick snap.
His spine would break between my teeth.
So would his life.
Fight over.
But that wasn’t what I wanted.
Not after what he’d done.
Not after the scent clinging to his fur.
My lips peeled back from my teeth.
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