Alpha Arthur;
I held my wounded Elara in my arms as I sat on the floor. Tears filled my eyes, and my blood boiled in rage. She wasn’t breathing. Elara had stopped breathing. I roar a lot of times, hoping for her to hear me, and open her eyes. But she is far gone, I can’t feel her pulse anymore.
“Alpha Arthur! Please, don’t tell me, my friend is dead. Elara can’t die,” the girl I believed was Malicia, knelt beside Elara, trying to revive her.
The wounds were too much on Elara, and she couldn’t stop bleeding. Her blood flowed through my fur.
“Alpha! You can’t hold that disgusting lady in your arms! She is filthy. Stained with adultery!” A woman screams out of the crowd.
The woman’s voice just reminded me of the first thing I had missed. Something I should have done a long time ago, as
