[Damien's POV]
"You're a psychopath!"
I rubbed my palms on my face, burst into laughter, and then shook my head to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.
The spooky room ignites terror but staring at my prey makes it glorious.
It's his secret hideout, fishing him out was like sweeping the whole pack.
"It's just a dance," I murmured with bright eyes at him. My laugh became a grin as he couldn't breathe but stared into my eyes.
He was on his knees, covered in blood and fuel and my hand held the lighter.
My eyes blazed with a cold fury as I loomed over this cowering man.
"You love to dance Kyle, I'm just granting you that moment"
My feet were on the head of a dead wolf now, perfect for a footstool.
I sniffed and turned around. It was steaming with blood. All this must kill to get to him.
I snapped my finger and the spy who I came with handed me a gulf stick.
