Rising of a feeble mate
I turned to the man whose son was beaten, "Please, let me take him to the nurse to get him treated. I have herbs to speed up his healing. Please, forgive my son."
"No! I won't! Your son will be beaten as well," the man said, dropping his son on the ground and stirring up his wolf. His eyes glowed red, probably an alpha by gene.
When I saw his red eyes, my heart throbbed heavily but slowly. He took slow steps forward and I took some steps back. The other men were shouting, boosting the man's ego and annoyance.
Casper stood behind me, and I whispered, "Casper, he is an alpha, you have to run."
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