Alexander stared blankly into his hands, trying to stop himself from trembling, feeling that knot inside his chest. The voice in his head continued getting stronger, laughing and whispering at him.
Besides that, he had no recollection of his memories after entering the forest the second time during the hunting trial, as if someone had knocked him out. It was like he had just woken up from a dream and he was now sitting at his table.
“Alpha, are you all right?”
It was Rambo who peeked from the door. He had this creased on his forehead, noticing that pale color of their leader, together with the uncontrolled sweat that was trickling down his face.
“How many days had passed since the ritual?”
That was the first thing that came in to his mind, wanting to get a sense how long he’d been out
