[ALANOR]
"Fuck," Heide sighed defeatedly. this was going to be hard.
Ulrike rushed to take his Zelina, who was hopelessly fighting Alanor, trying to bring him back to the world of the living but instead the young Wynter simply slumped on his knees to the ground as he looked around him.
His beautiful long hair was wet and dirty but that didn't even matter right now.
Alanor was angry; so angry to the point that he didn't even know what to do with all that anger.
The sight before Alanor reminded him of a time when he had been helpless in Udrad. When he had to watch his parents be killed. He had been helpless at that time. And he promised himself he would never be weak again.
Today he was a powerful lycan one with too much power and magic and yet even then, he had watched his mother die.
