Alpha Adrain
He was shirtless.
He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered.
Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him.
“In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit.
Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.