Zidane glared down at the body of the Latina woman, she was barely alive, he wanted to tear her to bits but she was rather useful and she had injected Scarlett with wolfsbane. He smiled coldly, placing his foot on her head. A small whimper left her lips and he pressed harder.
“Because of what you managed to do… I will let you live a little while longer.” He said. Using her as a stepping stool he stepped over her, sending an eruption of pain through her under his weight.
The wolves who had meant to chase Scarlett and that wretched Alpha were cowering as they knelt before him in a line. Despite the blood splattered across his suit and the deep scratches that Scarlett had left him with - Zidane looked calm and composed, but all the men there knew that a calm Zidane was dangerous.
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