AMBER
The man who had killed Peter screamed in frustration. A deep gutteral sound of anger and hate. He picked up a cup and threw it against the wall, raining down shards of broken china over Peter's body. He stormed out of the restaurant, slamming the door so hard behind him that the glass shattered. I followed him. He had been asking about the Alpha. As much as I hated the thought of having to watch anyone else die, especially Adam, I couldn't just walk the other way. I followed him through the streets. Past people fighting, past the injured and dead. We reached the pack house, and I had to watch helplesly as he killed Joe. Joe had put up a fight, of course, but just like with Peter, brute strength was no match for the magic this man weilded. He lifted Joe into the air without even touc
