Lightning rips across the sky. Thunder follows which very efficiently covers the roars in the alley below. And lightning flashes across the inky black sky again. It briefly illuminates the two men fighting below, with their sharp white canine teeth and blood oozing out of the numerous wounds on their body.
Sharp nails clash against each other again. Their superior sense of smell tells them it will rain soon enough. But there is no stopping them. It was a fight to kill. It was a fight that would decide the future for once and all. Teeth bared and nostrils flaring, they fight.
The two opponents are perfectly matched. Both are tall and well built. Their muscles ripping under their clothes that had been reduced to tatters ages ago. One had dark hair and the other had dusty blonde hair. They shared one common feature—both of their eyes were a rich ruby red.
"You can't win!" the dark-haired one growls.
"London is mine! And you know it!" the blonde one growls back, "You will never win against me!"
A final roar, a final push, a final drive of powerful claws through flesh, a final breath drawn. A body drops to the ground. Blood pooling around it.
As the victim falls, the victor looms over with a satisfied grin. He roars like the Alpha he is which gets masked by the thunder. It starts raining.
He almost does not see the young woman walking into the alley. He smells out her first. A scent of Chanel No. 5, coffee and death. He hears her heartbeat rise as she sees the scene before her. He slowly turns around and faces her. He smirks as he registers the look of disbelief, shock, horror and then followed by pure fear on her pretty face. She takes off on a run, but that is plain useless. He overcomes her soon enough. He grabs her by the waist and pulls her off the ground. She opens her mouth to scream but he puts his hand over her. She thrashes and squirms. He smirks as he opens his mouth again, his teeth growing. He takes a deep breath and plunges his canines on her shoulder.
Her eyes expand in pain. She feels the venom from his bite seeping into her blood, burning it. She wants to faint and fade away to her imminent death. But he keeps holding her up. When he thinks it is enough, he lays her down in a manner that is almost gentle. Well, the venom might kill her or change her. If it kills her, then okay, no regrets. If it does not, well he needs Betas in his pack. And a pretty Beta like her would not be such a bad thing in his pack.
He smiles as he walks out of the alley. He walks away with no care. He does not notice the young man lurking in the shadow who rushes to the young woman's side as soon as he is gone. This young man kneels down beside her as rain drips down his face and cradles her head in his lap. He mutters under his breath, "Oh shit."