Flora's POV
I felt powerless as I looked at the corpse in front of us. We all could tell that the she-wolf was already dead. How could we relay such words to our Alpha and still keep our necks intact?
"Elder," Brenda called in a cracked voice, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, dear," I answered in a husky voice, then cleared my throat.
"How are we supposed to clean a dead body? I'm so scared because I have never done it before," she asked as I glared at her.
Did she want to die? What if the Alpha was close by? Hearing her words would make him act up in just a second.
"If you value your damn life, you will shut your mouth and work. By the way, watch your mouth," I said loudly and then looked at Sylvia, who was looking at the body intensely.
"Sylvia," I called softly.
She looked
