Khan heaved a helpless sigh. At his feet, a gory puddle expanded, dragging mangled organs and chunks of flesh with it. Occasionally, strands of white fur would pop out, only to immerse themselves into the spreading blood.
The white alpha obviously didn't surrender. It couldn't understand that simple concept, let alone Khan's words. The creature had kept trying to absorb the pack's energy to heal itself, but the damage had been too great, and the lingering sense of destruction that had invaded it eventually made it fall apart.
The mighty, unique specimen had crumbled into a disgusting puddle of blood, organs, flesh, and bones. Senerth's strongest son had such an unsightly end, and Khan knew it didn't deserve it. Its place was on the planet's throne, striving to surpass its species' limits. Sadly, the alpha was on Khan's path.
'How much more blood?' Khan wondered, recalling alien words. 'How many more rivers?'
