(Author's POV)
"Young Alpha Brave, he isn't dead. Just fainted," the commando told them while checking Shaun's pulse.
The Blood Lunar clan's leader was brutally beaten by the head commando of the keeper's unit. Every few inches away, a wooden stake was nailed into his body mercilessly, shrouding his body with thick and dark blood patches still trickling down his pale white skin. Only his pallid face was left untouched. The gory scene would have made anyone feel nauseous, but none of the men present in that place, whether werewolves or vampires, even flinched at the sight. They were all simply used to such acts of violence.
