The Alphas Hunt
Darians voice, rough and dark echoed against the walls, “do you step down from your claim?”
Emanuel flickered his gaze, fighting for the last strings of life and looked at me, a wheezing sound left his lips as he choked out “yes.”
As soon as the word left his lips, Darian released his hold and Emanuels body falls to the floor in a pool of his own blood. Darian took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket- he wiped the blood off his hands as though the blood came from an animal he had killed, but no matter how much he wiped they were still stained red.