Fiarra ran to me and took me inside the pack house. I was still in shock when she calmed me down.
“Onyx! Are you okay? You are looking pale!” she commented.
“Why is there a funeral? Who died?” I asked her.
She didn’t reply to me but handed me a cup of water.
“Who died?” I asked again.
“We will talk about this later…” she was in the middle of her sentence when I crashed the cup on the floor and held her tightly.
“Look into my eyes and answer me! Did I kill Elon? This funeral for him, right?” I glared straight in her eyes.
She was baffling, but her words stuck in the throat. My grip on my shoulders was getting tighter every single minute passing in the meantime.
“Answer me!” I screamed.
“Yes! Elon was buried there. We are all here for his farewell. You killed him, onyx!” she burst
