The party had ended last night and things returned to normal. Rafael's office was filled with piled work papers.
"Alpha, I have to report something," Morgan said after knocking on the door. Rafael heaved a sigh and put the papers down.
"Come in," he ordered. Morgan entered and sat on the chair in front of him.
"What is it?" Rafael asked and crossed his arms. Morgan gulped and rubbed the nape of his neck.
"The warlock is dead," he said and bowed. Rafael slammed his hands on the glass table that it created a large crack.
"How could that possibly happened!?" he shouted.
"The guards were switched and the warlock died of poisoning," Morgan said. "I'm sorry, Alpha. It's my fault, please give me your punishment," he added and clenched his hand into a fist. It was under his command, but a ra
