"If you had taught your son proper manners, he would have still been alive." Alaric's wolf growled fiercely at Beta Roy, his lips peeling back, revealing its sharp canine teeth.
Damon walked to Beta Roy's front. "Your son touched someone who belongs to me. You should be grateful you were able to pick up his pieces," he said in a low voice, knowing that he could hear him well.
Beta Roy howled painfully as he fell back down on the floor, tears dripping from the corner of his eyes.
"Alpha Damon, your visit here is now over. You should leave my territory, or else…"
"Or else what?" Damon's eyes turned grey, fury dancing within its depth.
His voice thundered in the hall, his oppressive aura made the air thicken, all the werewolves fell on their knees, whimpering in submission.
I didn't know when my legs hit the ground. The aura was terrifying and at the same time overbearing.
