~WHYTE~
I step out of the building, feeling very accomplished with finally having my revenge and I also see that the fight outside is over. My pack stands victorious in the midst of the women and children that are spared and Grayson kneels at the front with Alaric holding a knife to his throat.
I feel weak from the burning sensation of the silver bullet. It's weighing me down. However, I think I can still go on a few hours with it. I'll get it removed immediately I get home.
"You said you wanted to do it yourself." Alaric says to me, looking down at Grayson.
Yes, I did say that but before I kill him, there's some questions I need him to answer.
I move closer to him and lift his head by pulling at his hair so he can look at me.
"Get it over with." He says.
"I'm just starting. Your d
