Micky nodded and then turned to look at Alastair, he shifted forms so he was in his wolf form. He walked slowly brought his claws down his chest, ripping into the skin tearing it. He wasn't sure if he wanted to keep the wolf alive or not, but he chosed to end it quickly. He thrust his large clawed hand into his chest. He then pulled his hand out with his beating heart in his hand. He threw it down and growled "you did not desiver the life that you were given." He said, before turning around. Shifting to his hunan form, blood dripping from his hand.