Meanwhile, Mateo and Ramiel arrived at where Darren was and stopped, stupefied by what they did. A hand was stacked on Norman's chest right where his heart should be and he was bleeding profusely, the hand belonging to none other than Norman himself.
One of his hands had been ripped off his shoulder while the other stepped on by the alpha who seemed to enjoy what was happening. There was a smirk on the face as he increased the pressure on the hand under his foot. The smirk looked more dangerous now that he was half-shifted.
"Alpha…" Mateo called, taking careful steps forward. If it was any other time, tackling him off Norman wouldn't be a bad idea but his current stay wouldn't permit such a bold move. He might become the next one whose death may entertain the lycan reeking of dark murderous intent right now.
