(Ariel's POV)
Elijah stood there calmly watching me. He didn't flinch at all, befitting of the Alpha King. This was the second time I was pointing the gun at him but just like before, I was afraid, but I didn't show it. Only that this time the fear inside me was far more than the last time.
We both stared at each other for a moment, while I considered my options. I might as well kill him now, but I knew I would never be able to escape. I would be killed, if not tortured to death.
Not only that, but innocent humans would also die as punishment too. My hand wavered, and finally, I lowered the gun still maintaining eye contact with him.
Even if I killed him, the werewolves would have another Alpha King and the chain of oppression on the humans would still go on. It wasn't worth
