Leo's POV
I didn't want to stop. Every fiber of my being, every drop of my Alpha blood, was screaming for me to tear Silas's throat out. My wolf, internalizing a rage I hadn't felt in years, was urging me to finish the job.
But as my father's command rang out, a cold splash of reality hit me. If I acted a second longer, if I let my wolf take over, the people gathered at the shed would notice. They would see that this wasn't about me disciplining a warrior. They would see it wasn't normal.
I slowly released my grip, and Silas's limp, bloodied body slumped to the floor like a sack of stones.
"Leo? What is this?"
I turned my head slightly to see Leon and Liam appearing behind my father. They looked completely blindsided, their eyes darting from the bloodied warrior on the floor to Scarlett trembling against the wall. Their gazes locked onto the dark, blossoming bruise on Scarlett's face, and I felt the air in the shed grow heavy with their sudden, suppressed fury.
