Shared by the Alphas

The Midnight City was eerily silent.

Only the slow, loud sound of the bells could be heard. The streets were barren, and only a few stores were open. Every single Were was in their homes, holding candles as they gazed at the empty streets through their windows.

“The Alpha is dead. “

A gruelling thought.

What would become of them now that their Alpha has left them?

Lord Aron was the best leader they could ever have. Alphas are immortal in nature. However when injured severely— their lives could deplete in an instant with no chance of regeneration.

In the back of their minds, they thought: ‘Who was clever enough to have slain the Alpha?’

Meanwhile, in the manor of the Nyth brothers, the maids welcomed a lawyer to the living room. Cataleia and the five brothers sat in the room.

She still couldn’t forget what Ajax had told her the last time.

Today was the day Lord Aron’s will would be read to them. The lawyer brought a scroll containing Aron’s neat handwriting and his promises to hi