Adam
"f**k, Malcolm. I let you go once, and this is the s**t you do?" I snarled, voice laced with fury through the mind link. "Who the f**k told you to go on a killing spree?"
I could feel him smirking. That arrogant bastard. I had trusted him — thought the mutt was finally calmer. Balanced. Less feral.
But now? Now, here I stood in the darkened woods, blood soaking into the forest floor like a crimson curse, thirteen dead bodies sprawled around me. Five intact — if you could call shredded flesh and twisted limbs 'intact'. The others were dismantled. Torn apart like prey. Two wolves were still twitching, breathing shallowly. Disabled beyond repair.
“It’s a shame,” Malcolm purred lazily in my head, unbothered, proud. “I couldn’t get to the last two before you took over.”
I felt heat co
