“What do you think you’re doing?” his voice was low, lethal, the kind of voice that promised violence.
The assassin sneered, but his confidence wavered, his stance shifting defensively. “This is Alpha Daniel’s business, rogue. Back off if you know what’s good for you.”
He didn’t respond. He simply moved, faster than I could follow, his fist slamming into the assassin’s jaw with a bone-crushing impact. The assassin barely had time to react before he was on him again, relentless, each hit precise and devastating. It was like watching a storm unleashed, cold and unstoppable.
Within seconds, the assassin lay motionless on the ground, and he straightened, his breathing steady, not a hint of emotion on his face. He turned to me, his gaze hard but piercing.
“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice harsh, demanding answers.
I hesitated, words failing me under the intensity of his stare. My mind raced, torn between survival and the inexplicable trust I felt in his presence. “I… I’m trying to get away,” I finally managed, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Daniel… he betrayed me.”