The respected Alphas of the packs .... men who commanded fear and respect wherever they went were locked in a savage brawl, tearing into each other with a level of violence more fitting for wild beasts than leaders.
"And what do you all think you're doing?!" Anna's voice rang out sharply, laced with pure fury. The sudden, high-pitched note in her tone cut through the chaos prompting the fighting Alphas to halt instantly. Every head turned toward her, their heavy breathing the only sound in the tense silence that followed.
They were all smeared with blood and marked with fresh wounds, but none of them seemed to care. For them, injuries like these were nothing....mere scratches that would heal within hours.
"Hi, sister," Darius was the first to speak, his voice calm but his tone carrying a hint of guilt, though it was quickly masked.
