Chapter 24 024

• A sickening thud echoed through the room as Alpha Derrick's severed hand hit the polished marble floor. Blood spurted from the stump at his wrist, painting the floor in angry splashes of crimson. He howled—a raw, animalistic scream that tore through the air like a blade.
• "Do you understand now?" Lysander's voice was calm, eerily so. His golden eyes glinted in the dim candlelight, utterly unbothered by the chaos before him.
• Derrick’s knees hit the floor with a wet slap. His face was ashen, contorted in pain, and glistening with sweat. He nodded furiously, clutching the bleeding stump against his chest.