"Put the knife down Lucy." I warned cautiously, my heart pounding.
"Sorry Aza, but I don't see the point in living anymore." She said firmly, the silver knife slowly piercing into her skin.
"No!" I wailed, trying to reach through the narrow space between the silver bars, a sizzling hot sensation creeped onto my skin.
But I don't give a fück about that.
Almost there.
Her blood splatter onto my arm.
It felt warm but her body is cold.
She's gone.
Just like that.
It's been one week since Lucy and Alpha Maxwell funeral and death.
Even though I'm not that close with Alpha Maxwell, I respected and looked up to him as my leader and thank him deeply for his care and love he showed me.
Lucy..her death is well, unexpected yet expected.
Complicated is the most suitable word to use.
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