Liam’s POV
I stood, my fingers still deep inside the Rogue Alpha, and lifted him off the ground. The 400-pound wolf felt light in my hands, as his life slowly drained from him. Then I slung him at his companions, hitting some of the wolves and knocking them over. His heart remained in my hand, the lifegiving flesh ripped out of him so easily.
"It gives and it takes it away," I murmured philosophically, not really sure if I said it for myself or if I spoke out loud. But I couldn’t help the wicked grin that spread across my face, when I faced the Rogues again, making sure they saw the heart in my hands. The fresh scent of fear permeated the air as I crushed his heart between my fingers. And sure, call me a little sick, but I couldn’t help smiling at the satisfaction it gave me.
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