Nico stumbles, eyes wide with panic as he sputters, "No…"
Before he can finish, Damien strikes. His claws tear through flesh, slicing Nico’s throat open in one swift, merciless motion. Blood sprays, and for a brief moment, the only sound is the sickening gurgle from Nico’s ruined throat. His body collapses to the ground with a heavy thud, lifeless and unmoving.
A hush falls over the pack. Wolves who had once cheered for Nico now stare in stunned silence, the weight of Damien’s dominance pressing down on them like a force of nature.
Damien steps over the corpse, his chest rising and falling steadily, eyes scanning the crowd. His voice is cold, sharp. Final.
"Does anyone else want to challenge me?"
No one moves. No one speaks.
The tension lingers for several long seconds before Miranda
