Over and over he hard-heartedly strikes Arne and the male receives them with no protest for he understands he deserves it. The sight of it is intolerable to watch a sickening bloody mess Phobos has created and he does not cease even as the male's eyes roll back and his body sways side to side.
The male's orbs are swollen shut his jaw dangling loosely knocked out of its place and he belatedly loses his strength plummeting to the ground unconscious.
"Let me repeat it in the case you all have forgotten. You shall not raise your hand on a female no matter the reason. Am I understood?" Phobos questions his voice thundering across the lands as the wolves bleat and bow their heads deeper terrified to come face to face with his madness.
"Yes, Alpha." They respond in unison and he offers them a terse nod of approval stepping towards our cottage not giving the senseless Arne another glance.
