He doesn’t acknowledge my outburst. We’re here to right the wrong you’ve done to us.
As if you care about your fucking pack, I snarl. They’re just a means to an end for you. Bodies you’re perfectly willing to stuff full of shadows and sacrifice in your quest for power.
Quinton’s massive black-furred head makes a slow, deliberate arc to indicate the wolves standing silently around him. You’re wrong. Now more than ever, my pack is my purpose. And now, I have a veritable army of newly made shadow shifters who will destroy you and the traitors who chose you above their alpha.
Malix laughs, and the sound is so disdainful, I almost don’t recognize that it’s him. Maybe if you hadn’t been such a shitty alpha, we wouldn’t have abandoned you.
A vicious growl tears from Quinton’s throat. I see the exact moment when the switch flips. When he goes from boastful, confident alpha to raging madman. The thin thread of humanity that glinted in his glowing eyes vanishes in an instant.
Suddenly, he’s nothing but a monster made of shadow, a being fueled by rage and made for death.
Then he lunges.
Right at me.