The Alpha's Guardian
I move to the side, avoiding his attack, and without thinking, I slam both scalpels into the back of his neck and yank them in opposite directions.
He makes a choking sound and falls flat on his face.
The wolf jumps on him, bites into the remaining part of his throat, and rips off his head completely.
Seeing Droga’s head rolling away from me, I felt nauseous. At the same time, there is also a dark satisfaction within me.
He’s dead.
After so many years of unspeakable torment, he’s finally dead.
A small, vicious part of me wishes he had suffered more.
But at least he died knowing I had a hand in it.
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