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“Oi, boss said to just drop it on the edge of the forest and the beasts will do the rest. Now shutup! your voice is gonna’ draw in the bloody things.” The first man said harshly, struggling to pick it up. “Well come on then!” The second man just grumbles and helps drag the body over the curb, finally dropping it just inside the tree line before both men briskly walk back to the car and drive away, tires screeching in the dark, frosty night. Little did the two men know that the so called ‘beasts’ were watching the whole thing. The Alpha didn’t know why he was feeling so panicked but his heart was racing. He is filled with a sense of dread every time he thinks that this... clump of human could be dead. He moved his hand to the clump before rolling it towards him. A full head of wine red hair was covering the face, mattered with dirt and a remarkable amount of a sticky substance which he assumed to be blood. Moving this aside he could see, he could see the face of this Angel of Death.
Please me, Alpha.
