Asher Ryder slammed the heavy woven basket full of beast meat down into the courtyard. The basket was by no means light, and the loud thud made the gathered crowd jolt and shrink back a little.
Dusk was falling, and the dim, flickering light casting over the Alpha's silhouette suddenly made the surrounding people feel a flicker of panic. Especially when his hands were still stained with the undried blood of his prey, and the meat basket was still dripping with fresh blood.
He suddenly looked terrifyingly intimidating.
The mob gathered there suddenly recalled the years gone by. The reason why Asher Ryder's household, despite being isolated, was never bullied was that his adoptive father had looked like a simple man but possessed superhuman strength and was ruthless when he struck.
