The Alpha's Beta
He pants hard, heaving for the lack of air in his lung, barely mouthing any words, bending on his knees before he pushed he straightened his back forcefully.
"Your mother, Mrs Xena Grey," his brows deepened, averting his eyes from her furious one, "... she's dead."
Gasps were heard.
My own two feets paralleled her the moment she winds towards the white tent, pushing through the ruckus until it ends near a bed.
"Mother!" She wailed, voice scratching off her throat, throwing herself beside the covered body. Her fingers trembled, tightly clutching on the cloth veiling Xena's being as if her life depends on it.