Alpha Rolf's POV
I could feel the pain and agony he was passing through. Even in his anger, his voice was mild and shallow. I could tell that he had lost all the ounce in him.
“Go. Just go. I don't want to see you.” His voice left a sting of hurt in my heart. I would have left him on a normal ground. But I felt there were still some things I should help with.
“I am sorry, boy. I will make things right.” When I spoke those words, he glared at me. Tears rolled down his cheek. I moved close to him and held his hands tightly.
“You have to be strong and courageous. You can fight this.” While I spoke those words and I had thought that would encourage him, I didn't know it was the beginning of woe.
I heard the sound of the hospital ward's door. I raised my head and looked in the direction.
