The General coughed again and spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
‘Your friends.’ he said. ‘Whatever they had planned is of no consequence, they’re dead.’
The werewolf roared, he was not a blood thirsty, mindless beast, he was a protector of people and did not kill at random. He raised his leg and slammed his foot down onto the General’s head, smashing his skull like an eggshell, killing him instantly.
He was an Alpha, the most protective of all.