They stopped calling him Jordan.
They called him Alpha when they were scared.
They called him it when they thought he couldn't hear.
The man begged on his knees.
Silver knife shaking in his hand. Urine darkening his jeans.
"I didn't know," the man sobbed. "They said you were animals."
Jordan crouched low, head tilted, listening to the man's heart flutter like a trapped bird.
"I am," Jordan said softly.
He bit the man's face off first.
Not because he needed to.
Because he wanted to know what mercy tasted like.
It tasted like screaming.