Their battle for the title of alpha was not as blood-soaken and raw as he thought it would be. Instead, both females focused on bringing the other down into submission, there was no real intent of killing. Blows were aimed at the muzzle, the scruff, the chest. Both were trying to push their opponent down and pin them from there. The assassin silently growled, disapproving. If he was in this position, he would aim to kill. It would show off the strength he had and the lack of tolerance he had for usurpers.
But, he was not fighting in this battle, nor was it his battle to fight. It was up to Cara and the black usurper. And in the end, the black bitch won.
It was a close fight, but the usurper had the upper paw. She was older, stronger. But, the moment he saw Cara's wounds his cold blue eyes froze into shards of blue ice. At that moment he wanted to attack the smug woman. Sure she can kill a sick, mad woman and beat up a yearling, but could she fight a man that was her equal?! The assassin thought angrily. He kept still and quiet, despite the maddening urge to attack his new alpha.