Alpha Lyran's POV
The moonlight came through the high windows of the northern place of Greko Pack, casting huge glow on the blood-stained floor. I was still breathing hard. I stood over the shaking body of the WereFox girl. Her copper-colored hair stuck to her sweaty face. Her limbs twitched, weak and worn.
She had satisfied me—better than most. But that wasn't enough.
"You reminded me of her," I said, kneeling beside her. I touched the bruises on her hips. She flinched. "Adolfa. But you're not her."
She didn't reply. Her lips shook.
"Look at me."
Slowly, her eyes, full of fear and pain, met mine.
"Did she send you?"
She shook her head. That was enough for me.
I stood, pulled the dagger from my thigh, and stabbed her in the chest.
Her body arched once. Then
