The body of Alpha Kaelith pummelled right into the cottage door, and before anyone in the room could blink, his clawed hands had wrapped around Gareth frail neck, pushing him to the farthest wall, almost knocking him out.
Blood thundered through his vein, his eyes red with furry.
Gareth eyes was wide as saucers as he stared into the molten grey eyes of Alpha Kaelith. He could feel his air pipe closing and his hand clawed desperately at his hand. The tip of his toe scrapped the wooden floor in an attempt to stabilise himself.
He knew this was coming and although he prepared every bit for this, nothing would ever have him truly prepared to face the ruthless wolf again.
Kale couldn't feel anything in his heart as he watched the older man eyes started to grow tired and his hand beginning to weaken. But it wasn't enough. He wanted to watch his life slip out of his eyes. He's been wanting to do this for a very long time and the bastard has surely passed the fucking line this time.
