The moment Alexander’s eyes got stuck on the heart that soon stopped beating in Hamilton’s hand, the sword that he was holding slipped down on its own while making a loud clanging noise on the floor.
Hamilton almost immediately flung the heart out of the door as if it was nothing but a dirty rock that he had picked up from the ground.
Since his claws were all dirty with blood, he didn’t want to retract them back before cleaning his hands properly. So, instead of retracting both his claws and fangs, and pretending like he was a normal human, he held his hands in front of his chest and kept on facing away from Alexander.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” Hamilton apologized while still looking out of the door, in case there were some more werewolves on the way. “Are you doing okay?” he asked and looked over his shoulder after tightly pressing his lips together.
“Hmm?” Alexander was startled out of his daze when he heard Hamilton’s gruff voice.
