Though they were already at the mansion, Duncan’s rage would not subside. The itching of his teeth and claw remained, needing to dig into flesh, particularly Lucas’.
If it wasn’t for Ben, he would have gone full on feral on the other alpha, having that raging need to kill. It was only when his beta intervened and received the brunt of his anger did he finally returned to his senses.
“Sorry about that, Ben.”
He murmured, his eyes traversing the large gash stemming from his beta’s right shoulder, going all the way down to his left hip. The s***h was deep, fresh, and bleeding, unable to heal because he was the one who made it. Even underneath the bandage covering it, the trail and size of the wound were visible.
“It’s alright alpha. The doctor said I should be okay in a week or so.”
Ben
