ALARIC

I sat on my throne, my fingers clicking on the small iron wolf sculpture, Laura strapped naked, her face bleeding as she begged.

I rose from my throne. “I told you not to touch her. Who ordered it?” I questioned as I walked slowly to her.

She sniffed, her tears dropped quickly as she blinked, her eyes wet with tears and her body covered with blood. “Please Alpha Alaric, Desdemona wants to turn you against the pack, she harms herself.”

My wolf howled, rising at my back. “Just kill her already!”

I shook my head, I have to watch her suffer slowly, I can't give her the satisfaction of...