Chris's POV
The moment the beast charges after Dylan outside the hall, I don’t even hesitate. I run after them, heart pounding with something close to excitement. Oh, I can’t wait to see that monster rip Dylan to pieces.
It’s going to be fun. Satisfying, even. And if it comes down to it—if the beast needs a little help ending that miserable Alpha’s life—I’ll gladly step in and offer a hand.
I follow the creature as it barrels toward the training ground. Dylan must be there—probably trying to play the hero again. Pathetic.
Those useless warriors from the Red Moon Pack couldn’t do anything right if their lives depended on it. How hard is it to kill one man? Just one?
They had him—right there—and he slipped through their fingers again. Useless idiots. And I’m an even bigger i***t for
