42. The dungeon

ALPHA ASHER’S POV

Every wolf here in the Pack was seen as equal and no one was bigger than the other except when one was weak and soft. That was why imagining what killing William looked like didn't even give me much thought. It just felt normal but I knew that it wouldn't feel that way if it ever happened.

There was every chance I would get sick for a couple days, sickness from severing the bond we shared as Alpha and Beta and the sickness of killing him by myself. "You understand me?" I said, cocking an inquisitive brow at him before puffing the smoke at his face, feeling the part of his car where he had slammed with his fist.

The Imperfection on my Audi already made it a waste and it would be given out surely, maybe to the best warrior when all this was over. Shutting his eyes tight and opening a few seconds later, he glanced around and nodded his head sadly. I know it must have felt so strange to him, hearing such words come out of my mouth but he had attracted such an attitude fr