The badum, badum sound of my heart was the only sound I heard for a minute or so.
The werewolves surrounding me all had their eyes trained on their Alpha, who was lying motionless on the ground, with his heart ripped off his chest.
I stood there, despite the fatigue I currently felt, determined to fight until my last breath.
I'm aware that I can't be able to defeat all of them in one go, yet, I'm not fazed by that.
After all, I'm an Alpha. And Alphas doesn't give up no matter what. It will be a shame for me to give up on ordinary pack members.
I stood there and watched them, trying to figure out how to go through them. If I can get a weaker point, then I will proceed from there. Anyhow, I will make sure I get at least two or three of them fatally wounded. This way, my death won't be in vain.
Whenever I'm mentioned in history— if at all I get remembered— my pack will be proud to identify me as their Alpha.
