Darren's POV
The underground space was filled with screams and roars of pain. Blood covered the rocks, the little stream already coloured red. But my rage didn't stop.
I punched another Beta in the neck, closing his trachea immediately. The shock was intense, bringing him to his knees as he clutched his throat. I kicked his knees apart before smashing his head into the ground. A few of his teeth fell out, scattering across the ground. His snout was mangled, thrown into a twisted shape.
I turned, preparing to charge at two werewolves behind me. I moved my feet but they didn't obey. I looked down to see an Omega holding me in place. His legs were missing, bleeding joints that spilled on the ground. I tried to force my feet out of his grasp but he was determined to make me stay. I shook my head at him, cocking it to one side as I warned him with my eyes. He didn't care. He didn't budge. He chose this as his mission. Even his missing legs weren't of importance anymore.
