Fenja watched in horror when Alpha Jaxon clawed the man's heart out of his body and crushed it with his bare hand. He was enraged.
Madness couldn't even describe the look on his face right now, because he was absolutely livid. His wrath could be sensed from far away, as if the air around him had shifted.
The man who touched her was a shifter. Fenja just noticed this, but it didn't matter; he was dead now. His lifeless body fell on the floor, covered in his own blood, while his heart was still in the Alpha's hand, crushed and trickling down to the same floor.
The Alpha looked feral.
Fenja couldn't think straight; her ears rang, and there were these flashes of memories that came to her mind, but she refused to remember them.
She was having a hard time breathing, especially when Jaxon came to her. He still looked mad. Blood on the front of his clothes, on his hand, on his face, everywhere…
