Ronan's POV
Since yesterday, I still haven’t recovered from the shock that the mighty and powerful King of Werewolves has actually passed away. He was always like a father to me—a man I could count on to have my back every time, even though we rarely saw each other. He seemed strong the last time I saw him, five years ago, at the coronation of one of the Alphas. We spoke at great length about security and his plans to eliminate the Rogues, even if that would be the last time he ever did before his death.
Mehn… he hasn't even done that yet. He couldn't even fulfil his last wish on earth. He was still young—just one hundred and fifteen years old.
They said he went to bed the night before and never woke up. The autopsy confirmed it—he was poisoned. The one who orchestrated it is still at l
