Some of the warriors cheer, the thirst for blood and revenge, blinding them. Others stayed quiet, looking at me to see my answer. Rouges or not, no one can spill blood in my hose without my approval.
Or so I thought were the rules, the traditions, that My Beta suddenly seems to forget. Because he starts marching towards the house.
I could stop him with one word, but that rise him like a martyr in the eyes of the ones cheering.
"Beta!" I call him and he stops, looking at me. For a moment I have the impression that he waits for me to stop him, that he wants me to stop him. "I will get them." I say instead and he gets stunned.
He nods quietly.
I take a deep breath and enter the house. The window of their room is on the side where the meeting was so I am sure they heard.
I knock on the
