“There is no shame in playing the role of beta. There is, however, much shame in using that role as an excuse to blindly follow the path set out by a false alpha.”
Lyle shook his head, and she began to spin for a second time. Dancing, dancing; twirling and twirling and filling the settling dank of the tiny space with spring yet again. “That’s not the right way,” he said. “You said it wrong. You mean false prophet, not false alpha.”
She didn’t reply to his comment. She just kept on dancing, coating her feet and dress with the horrible fluid from the floor. It was only when Lyle focused on the pool below her that he realized it was blood. Blood that ran in a slight but steady trickle down the legs and off the toes of the dangling man.
Lyle took a step back, away from the advancing puddle,
