Chapter 56. The Devil’s Throne

Marcus POV

Warning: blood and gore.

The air around the throne room was thick with blood.

Marcus Raven, alpha of the Raven clawhold and self--proclaimed devil, licked his lips with anticipation.

The walls of the throne room of his pack were painted in blood, the dark red stone walls were covered in shadows, further amplifying the terror of the throne room.

Tonight, just like every other night where Marcus was angry, the walls were going to be repainted.

The sound of a sickening crack filled the throne room as bone cartilage gave way to pure brute force. Marcus grinned, his teeth blood--stained, as he threw away the freshly severed head of his beta.

The head bounced once on the stone floor before rolling and ending up at the feet of one of his betas.

“Clean this up.” Marcus growled,

The beta, whose face was completely blank, quickly nodded and went to work.

Marcus Raven was in Lycan form, at an impressive height of ove