Alpha Daniel had transformed into a shadow of his former self, drowning his sorrows in bottle after bottle of potent mead.
Day in and day out, he sat in the dimly lit hall of his castle, the stench of alcohol clinging to him like a second skin.
"Alpha Daniel. Stop dwelling on that woman. She was never truly yours. Let her go. You have me," Snow cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet as she sidled up to him, attempting to drape her arm around his shoulders.
Alpha Daniel, jolted from his brooding reverie, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a seething rage, whipped around.
With a snarl, he backhanded Snow across the face with all the force of a furious werewolf.
The sound of the impact echoed through the hall like a thunderclap.
"You venomous witch! Get out of my sight! If I see you again,
