Time to confess

«Next one,» Samantha said after looking at the beaten young man for one last time.

The teens who had convinced him to go first were weirdly silent, their heads bowed not to meet Samantha's eyes by mistake. No one was willing to be the next one.

«You're calmer now, ah? If I let you go, you'll come and trouble me again when you think it's the right moment. But I don't want that to happen. I want to live without the fear anyone will attack me from the shadows.»

«From the shadows?» they whispered, confused. None of them had that intention: it wouldn't count!

They just needed to challenge their Alpha because, all of a sudden, it didn't feel like sure death. They thought they stood a chance to be stronger than her, no matter how idiotic it turned out when they saw their friend losing in a matter of seconds - but then being attacked again after that, with no trace of mercy.