Clyde, fueled by a seething rage, seized Yves and dragged him into the woods.
The blond resisted, the struggle evident in the tension of his muscles as he demanded the Alpha release his wrist, but Clyde's grip remained unyielding.
"Let go of me! Where the fuck are you going?!"
As they delved deeper into the woods, the surroundings began to blur in Yves' vision, a chaotic backdrop to the silent confrontation.
The air crackled with tension, the echoes of their past sins hanging heavily between them.
Finally, the two reached the familiar haven of a crystal-clear river, its tranquil surface now disturbed by the impending storm within their hearts.
Clyde, his face betraying no emotion, forcefully shoved Yves into the icy waters. The shock of the cold river against his skin was a harsh awakening for the struggling blond.
