Keenan lifted his bloodied foot and stomped on her back. He heard the sounds of bones breaking, but he could hardly register them.
His vision was blurry, his head was screaming. Guilt, shame, anger, disgust, and hatred at himself coursed through every inch of him. His heart threatened to burst open.
"Alpha! What are you doing?" A voice yelled running across the room, and a heavy weight slammed into him, tackling him to the ground.
Keenan didn't try to push him off. Rather, he freed his right hand and immediately began to punch his own face.
How did I not see it?
She was right in front of him. He had made the comparison too many times in his head. He couldn't have been so blinded by his anger not to notice, not to realize because now that he knew, it fit too well.
Penn!
He had been on patrol when he felt the earthquake. He had heard Winnie's howl and seen the water rise on the beach.
