A hard choice

Emma's POV

The room was dead silent as if we were at some funeral and not at the pack house. Even though none of us spoke, we could sense the tension pooling in the room.

Sitting on his seat was Draven, his handsome attire which was carefully ironed to perfection was now a mess. He did not have much injury on his face but the mask of anger on his face was enough to make him look dangerous.

While on the other hand was Alexander. He was currently sitting on the couch with an ice pack pressed against his chin. The nurse bandaged the wound on his forehead and now it had stopped bleeding.

The two men refused to speak and this made me and Roger exchange glances.

The two were fighting like maniacs and would have let each other's wolf tear the other one apart if not for Roger intervening. The Beta too had sustained a lot of injuries but he had no time to look at those.

I still could not understand why the fight even took place. It was extremely childish of them and something none of us expect