The chase continued for an hour until Alaric had taken down all the Lycans and now stood face to face with the Lycan King. Alaric's eyes blazed bloodshot red, his fangs were elongated, and blood dripped from them as well as from his claws.
"If you know what's good for you, hand over my son," Alaric warned, closing the distance between himself and Darius.
Lycan King Darius didn't flinch. Instead, he let out a maniacal laugh.
"You'll have to kill me for that," he replied, and his expression shifted suddenly into one of pure menace.
"Well then." Alaric didn't hesitate to make his advances.
"One more step and I'll gouge the child's heart out. He might not die, but the pain will be inevitable—even for him."
Alaric paused, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he glared at the Lycan King. "Don't you dare."
"Try me."
