Scarlett
“Enough!”
“Open the door,” Beta David demanded, his voice cutting through my previous instruction with cold authority. He disregarded my command entirely, his tone brooking no argument.
The guards snapped to attention, swiftly opening the door. In an instant, he was inside the cell with Jack. A low, menacing growl erupted from his throat as his fists began to fall.
The violence erupted swiftly, a flurry of motion that left me gasping. I stood in shock as David relentlessly struck Jack, each blow more vicious than the previous.
David’s eyes blazed with uncontrolled fury, his fists striking with a savage, unrelenting rhythm. Rage consumed him completely, stripping away any semblance of self-control.
Each violent blow was a raw expression of pent-up anger. Months of suppressed
