Sora Park
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I stared down at my target, across the street in a busy café, watching his every move.
He knew.
He knew I was there watching his breaths become slow, and his movement turning tense, while he drank down his coffee in such a timid motion.
I had that effect on my targets, my former ones are proof.
'Is it done?' My Alpha mind linked me, I rolled my eyes and replied with a gruff no, before cutting off my link to concentrate more on my target who was beginning to get up and leave the bill in such a slow pace.
He then took a deep breath and began to exit the café, and down the alleyway with a saddened look in his eyes.
For a second, I almost pitied him, but it disappeared as soon as it came, once I remembered the reason why I needed him deceased.
I got up and left, pulling my hood up in the process and was behind him in seconds.
And like a sly wolf I was, I pounced and took my time in cracking every bone in his body, letting the world hear his pain.
My claws couldn't help but rips off his skin until his flesh was on full display.
Sirens were now closing by, so I looked down into his bloodshot eyes and ended it along with all his dirty actions following by.
And disappeared, with not one single trace.
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