The sound of Kaelen’s skull cracking against the frozen pine tree echoed like a gunshot in the silent woods.
Kaelen gasped, his golden eyes rolling back as Silas’s massive hand pinned him to the bark. Silas didn't shift into his wolf form, but he didn't need to. The raw, shadowy Alpha power rolling off him was enough to make the air grow heavy and cold. His fingers were digging into Kaelen’s face, sharp claws drawing thin lines of dark red blood.
"I told you," Silas purred, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that promised absolute destruction. "If you touched her again, I would tear your life away."
Kaelen was dazed, coughing as he tried to claw at Silas’s thick, muscular forearm. He was a dominant Alpha in his own right, but against Silas's pure, ancient rage, he looked like a pup fig
