Alphas war
he said, handing the sword to his warrior.
He clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards me, stopping a couple of inches apart.
His gaze stared into mine, and a smirk plastered on his lips. "Did you see what happened to poor Alpha Winston?" He asked, pouting at me.
My gaze fell on the body, and I felt sick by looking at it. "Gabriel didn't trust him, unfortunately, and I had to do the job," he said, unclasping his hands and quoting at the last word.