Indeed, time flies. Before nightfall, the death of alpha Raymond, the head alpha had spread all around the werewolf kingdom like wildfire.
"Who could have had the courage to kill him?" People asked in low tones. "According to what I heard, the killer did not touch him cause no fingerprints or claws were found on his body." Another woman said to her friend as they walked through the market.
Every corner, every household, every lip spoke about his death.
Back in Alpha Raymond's house,
"How do you mean he died while having breakfast?" One of the alpha's on the opposing side of helping Edric said shouting at Arnold. "You do not have to shout at me as this is a very crucial matter that must be addressed carefully," Arnold replied firmly.
"I wonder what kind of alpha you are if you can not
