Fierceness was all he usually felt lately, being fierce if better than having none, it is always been a good thing that he was doing it, after all, no one will demand much when you are being fierce and serious to death. Retribution was all he saw.
The sword was no counterpart for the Alpha as it adapted to the power he applied on it. The power that is very much better than having nothing, the moment that will definitely make the things make the least of the least of the way. The metal was his slave. The injury on his hand mended as it showed up.
Esmeray wanted to turn and perceive the truth about him. A monster never frightened her, regardless of how jumpy she was previously, of him. He was Lucian, and she realized he would not cause anything to damage her. The adjustment of his air... s
