[IRIS POV]
My hand instinctively grabbed his, trying to pry his fingers away from Atlas's fur. They were like iron bars wedged into his skin, refusing to budge no matter how much force I used.
I noticed with horror how he was using enough force that the flesh beneath Atlas's thick fur and skin was distended and misshapen. I met Atlas's eyes, and I could see that he was clearly in pain despite trying to hide it. There was even a tiny tear forming at the corner of his eye.
I felt my heart breaking for him, and I whipped around, upset.
"Alpha Gareth, why are you doing this?" I screamed. "You have to let him go! He has done nothing to you!"
"Have to? My dear, there is no such thing in my dictionary." Alpha Gareth let out a low chuckle, as though he was genuinely amused. "This whelp knows full well the nature of his crimes, and so do you. Why should I spare him?"
He tightened his grip further, and a whine of pain escaped from Atlas's snout despite his efforts to stifle it.
