Chapter 112 - 111

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He didn't know his name. That was how irrelevant this man was but if he allowed him to open his mouth and alerted the others everything would be ruined. Philip launched forward, pulling him inside the room by the collar and closing the door loudly with his leg. The man fought, trying to escape his grip and both of them found themselves on the floor. 

Philip got punched and the guy stumbled, trying to reach the handle and escape but he wouldn't let him. He grabbed his shirt, ripping it before he turned his body and brought him all back. The guy landed on the floor again with Philip violently headlocking him. He took out his claws, ripping the warrior's skin and the man hissed, feeling the ripped flesh. He didn't let go of him though. He couldn't. Philip couldn't think that they would fail so early on. 

"You bastard." His opponent swore with difficulty and Philip felt his canines dive into his wounded arm. He groaned loudly, finally freeing him from his grip. The stranger stood up, his only goal was the door. 

Philip wouldn't let it happen. He stood up too, his ripped arm hanging lifeless on his side and he groaned, following the man with fast steps. He grabbed him by the back of his hand, stopping him again and this time he smacked his head onto the wall, seeing a bloody patch dirty the beige wallpaper. 

"Let go of me!"

"Like hell I will, you piece of shit." he shouted without meaning to. He threw the werewolf on the carpet, his blood trailing fast from a huge cut on his forehead blinding him. Philip sat on him and started punching him. His heart was beating loudly, he couldn't hear a thing as he destroyed his opponent in front of him. His eyes changed, showing how slowly he was losing his self control. After a while the man was quiet, his face unrecognizable, painted in a gruesome way with blood, his eyes swollen, cuts on his face. It would take him a while to heal from this and wake up. 

Philip let go, he stood up and kicked him for one last time, releasing all the anger he had pent up until now and grabbed him from his legs, drugging the half dead body to the bathroom. He looked at him, inspecting his situation and watched his hand flinch. The werewolf clicked his tongue, seeing that he wasn't completely out of it yet. 

He grabbed his head and this time he smacked it hard on the sink, hearing the expensive porcelain break into thick pieces. Then without thinking twice about it he dropped him, face first. 

"Dare to flinch now." he mumbled as he wiped the blood from his palms onto his jeans. He walked outside the bathroom, closing the door and making sure to lock it. 

He had managed to stop this idiot from alerting Mikain, the problem was that someone would come look for him soon and if it wasn't the Alpha he would have to fight again. He took a deep breath, trying to make himself think but no matter what he considered he ended up concluding to the fact that he was trapped. 

If he stepped outside he was dead, if he tried anything else he would probably end up dead too. He felt the pain in his arm lessen, as the smaller wounds began to heal. He looked down, disgusted by the fact that he could see his own bone. 

"That fucker bit me." he mumbled and a frown appeared on his face. 

There was nothing to be done other than wait. Mikain probably had sent him to his room for something orelse a low rank like him wouldn't be able to even step to this floor let alone have a key to the Alpha's room. He sat on the bed, wiping some of his sweat away with his working arm and stared at the door. 

"Will it be him…will it not be him?" he kept mumbling. 

The truth was that Philip had given up reason at this point. He knew he had sent himself to slaughter and he had done it willingly so the only thing he could do at the moment was actually wait. If Mikain came through that door in a while he would be lucky, no matter how wrong it felt for him to think that. If another idiot stepped in he would have to fight them too, knocking them out until he built a pile of werewolf bodies in the bathroom, Mikain would have to come at some point, he thought, shrugging his shoulders. 

His worries would only slow him down, his fears only acted as obstacles, he reminded himself as he thought of Kai. He had come here for a reason, failure wasn't an option. Philip was going to win tonight, even if that meant fighting his whole pack. 

He grinned, his hazel eyes focused on the door as he heard once again slow steps heading towards the room he was hiding. 

"Time for the grand surprise." he said, trying to humor himself on what was about to happen. His heart once again was racing and he wasn't even able to blink. The muscles of his jaw tensed as he watched the door open in a very similar repeat of before. The figure of a man appeared and the wolf smiled brightly. 

"I have been waiting for you." he said, crossing his legs and meeting eyes with the intruder. 

In all his misfortune he seemed to be lucky. 

Time stopped and Philip's mind went numb. Up to now he didn't have to do anything that difficult, even his little fight seemed like a child's play to what was about to follow. His smile grew wider, his face showing only what he wanted the other to perceive, now, he was looking towards the finish line. 

He would either free Kai or kill himself. 

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