Far away from the werewolf territory, where no werewolves hardly wandered, rested one of their kind on the ridge.
His eyes were closed in a calm moment, looking almost like he was peacefully sleeping without any care in the world, the gentle night air swaying his locks of hair with care.
The scene itself was almost serene, but inside his heart, a storm was brewing. From the day she left them all...leaving on their condition not to once look back.
Their mate.
One person could see slight movements on the closed eyes of the one who was resting. It was the only thing that showed the man was in distress.
If not, they would have thought their Alpha had simply lost himself completely, he had forgotten how to even feel pain or relief.
He had been a friend of Kael since childhood, but after their pack was destroyed by Alpha Eirik, everything changed. His once bright friend had lost himself completely to the cruelness of the world.
