198. HE’S MY ENEMY
VICTORIA
Goddess, how strong he was.
The bastard in front of me froze.
I swear even his little thing probably pissed itself from fear.
With a beastly roar, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted off the ground, yanked away from me.
Through the light pouring in from the open flaps, I saw the whole savage scene.
He hadn’t even fully shifted into his lycan form, but the Alpha sank his half-formed jaws into the guy’s throat, ripping out his trachea.
The howl died in the lieutenant’s chest.
The sound