"Let go of him, Malcolm! You're going to kill the boy!" Dr. Armstrong yelled, his voice cracking with panic as he lunged forward, his hands grabbing at Malcolm's massive, rock-solid forearms. The S-tier Alpha's veins were bulging black against his skin, his knuckles white as he continued to squeeze the intern's windpipe against the examination table. "Stop choking him! You're going to fracture his larynx!"
"He is not who you think he is, Armstrong!" Malcolm roared back, his amber eyes completely bloodshot, fixed in a feral glare on the motionless face beneath him. His chest heaved with a savage, heavy breathing that rattled the medical instruments on the trays. "This boy... this pathetic, fragile little intern... is Dahmer Lukas!"
