Alpha Ethan had just concluded the burial of the werewolves who were victims of Logan's assassination. Ethan was down and lost. He couldn't explain what was happening.
For the past few months, it had been from one strange occurrence to the other. The death of some of his pack members left him in a bad state. He sighed and walked around the arena. The rituals have been completed and the families of the victims have carried the bodies to go and bury.
Kara walked back into the arena. That would be her third time going to check up on Alpha Ethan. She had changed into her casual outfit. She looked sad, trying to act remorseful.
"You should have some rest, Alpha."
She sounded, her voice was calm and persuading. She walked towards him and held his hands from the back, but Alpha Ethan pulled his hands away quickly. He wanted to be left alone.
"I'll get some rest when I need it."
