Everyone ran outside, and one soldier ran towards us, "Alpha, alpha Klaxon is dead", he said. We ran to the dungeon, and saw Klaxon on the floor in a pool of his blood. His throat was slit and it looked like the work of a werewolf.
"Who was here?", I asked the shoulders that were on guard. "No one, alpha", they chorused. "So he just killed himself and none of you could stop him?!", I yelled. They kept their heads bowed. "He killed himself because he was filled with shame. Shame of failing, shame of ruining his name. He felt that death was better than being insulted in front of the entire pack", Elsa said, looking at him.
Tears were rolling down her eyes, I held her. "Hey, hey, light, it's okay. Everything is fine", I said signalling to my mum to take her away. My mum helped her out. I
