(Ariel's POV)
The crowd exploded into murmur the moment Elijah pulled his claws from Mark’s chest. The ground was soaked with blood, Mark's blood.
Whispers and murmurs sounded through the punishment execution ground, bouncing off the stone walls of the square.
The murmurs increased, but the surrounding werewolves were not so surprised, it was probably a normal scene to see their Alpha so ruthless.
Elijah wiped the blood off his hands before turning around and walking off, leaving Mark’s lifeless body behind as it bled on the floor, dead!
He looked through the crowd, his gaze, and aura sweeping past everyone. My heart raced, as my body felt cold, frozen in place as I looked at his bloodstained smile, the satisfaction in his eyes.
As Elijah stepped forward, the crowd step
