Earlier that day
Cyrus was standing at the border of the clearing, his pack silent and deadly beside him, his eyes reflecting the moon's light. He was forced to have a talk with Dimitri after the defeat of his pack.
He grinned; a smug, provoking one that bared his teeth as he glared at Dimitri and Amelia standing back to back in the middle of the field.
The animosity that existed between the two packs was apparent as a raging fire.
“Hahahaha oh my dear man, is that so?” Cyrus mimicked a smart arse with so much ease.
“Look who’s all grown up and playing Alpha.” Cyrus said to Dimitri, but his eyes were continually drawn to Amelia, and she saw the darkness that welled up in him at the thought of leaving her behind. "And you have got yourself a little helper. How cute.”
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