Alpha King Grey.
" Alita?" I called cautiously as I opened her door. The room was pitch dark. The air in, was just as gloomy as the occupants.
With my werewolf sharp eyes, I was able to make out her figure. She was sitting on the couch. Her sour mood properly expressed in her tired and stiff posture.
It was two days since Hazel left. Well, she left with Athena, Alita's grandmother. After their departure, Alita went into her house, locking herself in.
I felt guilty for pushing her loved ones away, and I wanted to talk to her.
" It's too dark in here. Aren't you scared? In the past, you used to be scared of the darkness." I spoke, although dryly, trying to make small talk in an attempt to dispel the creepy silence that filled the room.
" Well, it's in the past, like you have said.
