( At the other side - at Kieran's end)
The mighty Alpha Kieran was panting hard.
Blood and sweat slid down his muscular body in slow, viscous trails, dripping from his jaw, his ribs, his forearms…each drop hitting the ground like it carried weight.
His legs were stretched far beyond comfort, muscles trembling as they fought to keep him upright. Every breath tore through his chest. His arms were locked forward, shaking violently as he struggled to hold back the raging beast in front of him.
The beast lunged again.
Kieran barely managed to block it…his forearm screamed as claws scraped along bone, the impact driving him back inch by inch. His feet dragged through the dirt, carving helpless lines into the ground.
Pathetic, a cruel voice whispered somewhere in his mind.
The beast snarled, foam dripping from its ruined mouth, eyes clouded and wild. There was no recognition in that gaze. No memory. No mercy.
