Alpha Drake
he gritted his teeth.
Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges.
“Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?”
Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.
Bab Populer