Alpha Lennox's point of view.
Standing under the pale moonlight, watching as she knelt beside the mauled man, "Matt." That's what he had called himself, despite the warnings, he had proceeded to enrage me, death should be his calling, but watching Kendra attend to him, stirred something more, his hand clinging to her.
"Shh!" She shushed him after she recognized who he was, kneeling next to him before ripping off his shirt, I would have loved to walk up with her, and be the good guy, but should have gotten a hint of what had occurred, the blood on my hand, giving a dark red color under the moonlight.
"If only he could have stayed away," I muttered to myself as I remembered the incident, walking alone after I had ordered Osmond to move on ahead without me, listening to the night breeze, t
