ALFRED POV

Crack.

The howl of pain that followed was loud enough to send the birds flying off the trees.

Then with a final thrust, he aimed a punch at me, but missed and sensing defeat, he slumped on the ground and shifted back to his human form.

I stared at him in disgust and wondered if any wolf nowadays do call themselves a warrior, for this was a disappointment.

“Alpha.” Marcus called out and hurried over to where I stood, still staring at the defeated shell of a man. “What happened? We heard your howl from miles away and we thought—”

“Please don’t say I was in trouble,” I...