The Alpha's Warrior
Silver snarled and with another raging howl, she sank her canines into him and tore apart a huge chunk of flesh, blood instantly oozing from it and smearing her muzzle.
“Again,” I hissed, remembering the ghastly marks on Tessa. “Just don’t kill him but break his motherfucking ego.” Silver growled and tightened her grip on the wolf’s throat as he struggled and fought beneath her grasp. She bit off flesh at several places until Graham’s wolf was lying all bloodied, his breathing shallow. I lost count of the snapping sounds at some point as well.
“Enough,” Eli’s voice came and Silver stepped back, throwing a dirty glance at the panting, limp body of Graham’s wolf on the ground.
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