ALARIC POV
Why was Reeve just standing there, frozen like an ice statue?
While everyone else had already carried out Alpha Ezra’s command. The once-white stretch of snow was now stained stark red with dripping blood. The freezing air was filled with pheromones and the sharp metallic scent of the students who obediently sliced into their own chests.
Reeve didn’t do anything, only gripping the dagger tightly in his hand. Reeve’s exposed chest rose and fell rapidly, gasping as if he couldn’t breathe. I could see his hands starting to tremble, and his face was no longer just pale. He looked like someone staring straight into the eyes of the angel of death.
Reeve, why are you so afraid? I thought.
It was only a shallow cut; the wound would heal within minutes for an Alpha. But the panic
