" How many bodies have been found?"
Fredrick asked with a sullen expression, his eyes dropping on the dead bodies. They didn't even get the chance to shift in their human forms. They died when they were guarding as a werewolf in the border. It meant that their family wouldn't even get the chance to see their faces.
Skol replied in a gruff voice, anger boiling in his heart and mind,
" Ten! They have all faced a silent death."
Aiden stepped next to a body. It was the body of an eighteen year old werewolf. Aiden's heart ached in pain to see this body. He remembered this young boy who insisted on guarding the border. He was so enthusiastic in learning and didn't fear to take the risk. Aiden carefully closed his opened eyes and took a deep breath. He trained himself to be hard yet he still couldn't face the death of these young guys.
Aiden stood up to snarl in rage, his wolf fighting to shift,
" WHO DID THIS?? WHO??? I WANT NAME!!"
