Diana
The young man's eyes are wide with terror, his face rapidly turning red as he struggles to breathe. Around us, I can hear gasps and people whispering. Though overall, it doesn’t grab much attention because the market is so busy. But it all this seems distant, muffled.
All I can focus on is the Alpha's face, contorted with a rage I don't understand. I don’t know if it’s my eyes, but I could swear that his eyes, usually a warm honey-brown, flicker with an ephemeral glow, a blue-ish color for just a second before it’s gone.
"Alpha," I whisper, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.
For a heartbeat, his eyes flick to mine. In that split second, I see something flicker in their depths. Affection? Confusion? But then it's gone, replaced once more by murderous intent as he turns back to the terrified young man in his grasp.
Time seems to slow as I stand there, frozen in disbelief and horror. The basket of groceries lies forgotten at my feet, apples rolling across the pavement.
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