Deserved

Scar’s POV

That asshole had laid his fucking hands on my sister, something no one had ever done before and I wanted to hurt him so bad that my wolf growled in agreement and in anticipation of revenge - but not without the usual amount of pain he deserved.

My hands connected with his face over and over again until his face was a swollen mass of red skin and he dropped like a rag doll into a pool of dark red blood. His body twitched slightly, but didn't stop moving as it began soaking into the dirt below him. Blood stained my white shirt, and splattered across my cheeks.

“That's enough! STOP!” Alfred's loud voice echoed through the garden, he was the only one among the staff who was permitted to call me by my name.

I turned to him still panting, but no longer in the mood for more violence. He looked angry, but mostly just scared.

“Stay here with him” I ordered before pulling Penelope who was now sobbing hysterically out of the garden enough not to hurt her wrist.

“Can you quit sobbing?