"My my, father." Despite the rage that rolled off the Alpha in waves, Nathan fearlessly met him in the middle of the room. He tilted his head as his hand sat on Denzel's shoulder, his grin almost taunting. "You seem very upset even on this joyous day. I assume your talk with the council didn't end well? Well, no matter. I really don't mind if you let it slip that I killed her. I'm always willing to take responsibility for my acti----"
"Don't play games with me, boy!" Denzel's voice shook the walls, filled with so much authority that Brittany cowered slightly. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Denzel's hands twitched at his sides, trembling in rage. Then in the blink of an eye, Nathan's throat was locked tight in his clutches. A gush of wind sliced Brittany's face as they slipped by her, slamming into the hard wall.
