Everything went numb as Rama sat on the floor with eyes fixated on Roshan's corpse. She was in shock and denial that Roshan was dead, but his decapitated body lying on the floor stiffly as his own blood encompassed where he lay opposed her denial.
The howling of wolves echoed loudly in the forest, stealing Draco's attention from her for only a split second and a dark grin tore through his lips.
"Their Alpha is dead." Draco said nonchalantly as he brought out a kerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands thoroughly with it, leaving not a smear of blood behind.
Zamiel and a few other night creatures arrived at their location.
"Take care of the wolves." Draco ordered as his gaze rested on Rama who was out of the world. Her golden face had turned pale with shock overnight as her eyes rested on Roshan's corpse with an unfaltering gaze.
