Dominic is cornered into the face of a large cliff with nowhere to go. Backed up between a rock and a hard place, the Alpha Soulless paces back and forth, his lips pulled back over his gleaming fangs in a snarl. I push off the ground even faster, Dominic's eyes meeting mine before I tackle the white wolf before me, my teeth biting into the back of his neck, getting a good grip. Black blood oozed from fresh wounds I intuitively know are inflicted by my mate as the leader struggles against my grasp. His hind legs kick at my underbelly and break skin, but I hold on tight. Dominic limps towards us, his body moving quickly as he lunges at the wolf, his teeth sinking into the trapped wolf's throat. The bone beneath his teeth snap, and the wolf stops moving, his hind legs falling to the ground.
