The Alpha's Plump Mistake
On the floor of the carriage, my father was breathing heavily, tended to by Kael, but my gaze was fixed immediately on the Supreme Alpha.
Lawrence had slumped back against the wooden seat, his head tilted back and his gray eyes completely filled with glowing silver threads. His inner wolf was clawing at the surface of his skin, making his claws dig into the leather of his boots. In the center of his bare chest, right where the plates of armor the golden executioner had managed to break ended, a short arrow of dark crystal was embedded. The mystical metal from the Council was oozing a purple liquid that burned his flesh with a hissing sound.