~Azaria~
Before the man could comprehend the unfolding nightmare, Alaric slammed him against the cold, unforgiving concrete wall.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Blood splattered on the wall. He growled again as the sound echoed across the field and every nearby wolf cowered in fear from his murderous aura. The impact echoed through the corridor as fear etched deep lines on the man's face as he struggled to maintain consciousness. Alaric maintained the pressure, his voice low and threatening.
"Listen carefully," Alaric's words carried a weight that sent shivers down the man's spine.
"If you ever come near her again, you won't be so lucky. Now, scram before I change my mind."
Released from Alaric's grip, the man stumbled backward, his terrified eyes locked onto the Lycan's imposing form. Without uttering a word, he fled into the night, leaving trembling but safe in the company of her unexpected protector.
