TYLER'S POV
The courtyard exploded into sound and motion. The cry of a battle raging between men and their inner demons. Between human and the wolves burried within their core.
The gathered werewolves lunged at one another, flesh cracking into fur, bones snapping and reforming as they shifted under the silver moon. The once silent courtyard erupted into snarls, claws raking stone, teeth snapping through flesh.
Tyler didn't spare a glance for the chaos. His eyes locked on the monster in front of him. His father. The man he once revered and moved heaven to please. A very long time ago, but still he entertained a moment of hesitation.
Because Xander would not surrender. No, he'd rather die than submit in defeat to anyone, especially his son. That there lied the problem. The only way Tyler would prevail over this man would be after his death.
Tyler had to kill Xander.
