Alpha Drake
The prince of the rouges growled.
Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart.
As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling.
He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.