Christian’s POV
I stood there for a moment, the weight of the battle settling upon my shoulders.
The snowflakes continued to fall, their gentle descent filled with the c*****e that surrounded me.
I turned to a shocked Derek. “Let’s go on with our search. I’m too pissed for this.”
We left the pack with mourning ensuing as we walked away, all my wounds healing as no evidence from the battle was left apart from the blood on my hands.
“You shouldn’t have killed him,” said Derek in a mumble.
I stopped in my tracks, my eyes glowing as I looked at him.
“What was that you said?” I said.
“I said you shouldn’t have killed him,” he repeated, bolder this time. “You had him beneath you, you could easily break his arm or something, but killing a helpless man was not part of the deal. We are su
