Emil shouldn't have messed with the alpha. He should've stayed away. But now, he was getting his ass kicked and losing badly. The alpha's punches came crashing down on Emil's face over and over, each blow fueled by the alpha's burning rage. Soap was hiding behind a fruit bush that masked his scent well enough, even saturated with putrid fear. He knew that if the stange Alpha won, there was nothing stopping them from hurting Soap next, or worse, taking him and making his life a worse hell than it already was with Emil. He felt so stupid, so fucking dumb.