Alpha Loren
My voice radiated across the battlefield turning the heads of anyone still alive.
But it was too late. A split second before, Leo had snapped his neck.
I dropped to my knees, trying to form a sob but no noise would come out. Fury was flashing across his eyes as he allowed my brother's limp body to drop to the floor. As if damning him to an eternity of suffering, he glared down at the corpse before the swirling blackness of his irises cleared and he stared down at the blood on his hands.
The blood of my dead brother at the hands of my mate.