A storm of grief, they never anticipated, knocked their senses down.
Anyone and everyone, who walked inside the ward Zander's corpse was placed in, returned with an expressionless face. He was just too young to die. Nobody believed their eyes when they walked in, but when they returned, they realized it was indeed true.
His parents and friends stayed lined up by the side of the wall adjacent to his ward's door, weeping.
His father had awoken with a smile, hoping to see the others safe within the boundaries of their pack- back in their sweet home. But the news he was dawned with, trembled his very core, muting him for several times before his wife broke into his ward.
They held each other in a forlorn embrace and shared their pain. Their first child, their son... Was gone.
The doctors warned him not to leave the bed yet Mr. Brown overstepped thei
117 "Tell me, I am on time." He said amidst his uneven respiration as he stood with his torso bent forward and hands resting on his knees, working on stabilizing his breathing. His beta entered the room behind him, "You are, Ryan." "How long has he been dead for?" Alpha Ryan asked coming to his full height even though his breathing had not braced up. He discerned the clueless faces of Zander's kith and kin waiting for an answer. When none came, his beta stepped next to him and disclosed, "Less than twenty-four hours. We still have time— but not much!" "Great. That's enough time." Alpha Ryan expressed his delight at his beta's reply with a clap of hands as the others gawked at him. Their doubtfully teary eyes stayed affixed on his face as he, standing as an odd one out, smiled in the whole room. <
(Last chapter) Five days later, In the lounge of the hospital beside the reception desk, Valen stood with her phone in one of her hands and a package in the other. She stomped her foot impatiently as she glanced at a recently received message, seething in vexation. 'Stuck in the traffic!' "Oh, moon goddess! Why do you have to mate me with such a dumb f*ck bastard." She cried— like she was a wolf, with a baby face and pout she was adored for. Then another message appeared on her screen that turned her facial expressions even sour and bitter. 'A bloody red lory has blocked my way. It's not moving further, not letting me do so.' "Oh Jesus, I will kill you, Ryley Shine." Valen shrieked, this time like a human, earning amusing looks from the passers-by and the watchman who was sitting across a huge television, keeping