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I can’t tear my eyes away from Juan, as he sits helpless in his binds on the dirty floor. All eyes around the room on him, except Colton’s. He’s turned away and seems unable to bring himself to look at all. A sense of desolation swirling around him like a dense fog. I sense Sierra and Radar entering the room from the main door, followed by more pack wolves and realize we now have an attentive audience to our ex-alpha’s fate. It feels like we are hitting some sort of crescendo in a power struggle that began long ago in this very house.
“You think you’ve won, just because you have me here?” Juan sneers my way, eyes amber and full of hatred yet he stays in human form, and I wonder why. He’s stronger as a wolf and more likely to make a break for it that way, so I don’t get why he’s sitting human and even seems strangely calm and submissive. I ignore his attempts to bait me and keep my expression blank as though I couldn’t care less about his predicament. To me this is already over.