I did it.I did the unthinkable, making myself the first wolf to ever perform a feat deemed impossible.Ripping out a bloody Alpha's throat.Blood trailed down my chin, and my hands fell to my side, crimson trickling onto the ground like raindrop pattering on a window pane.The body of Shawn Lordes, Alpha of Night Prowler's Pack lay motionless before me, jugular vein forcefully clawed out of his throat and shredded to ribbons.His eyes, previously burning with desire and a hunger to dominate were wide open, blank and filled with eternal dissatisfaction.He never thought he would die like this, at the hands of a puny wolf like myself.Neither did I.Because wolves like me aren't supposed to fight. We are supposed to submit, obey and bend to the rule at all times.Yet, here I stood, heart thudding in my chest like the repetitive beat of a war drum, standing in a pool of blood that wasn't mine, with no one left to stop me.Not anymore.