Reaper Valerio is alive

Zeta Eli was going to Saintmau without Alpha Altan. At night, he was running in his werewolf form through the Nagosia forest. His bluish silver fur was flying with air in different directions, and his golden eyes were fixed on the path ahead. His nose picked up the scent of blood as he ran over fallen trees and broken twigs.

His ears flicked back, hearing his own breathing in his head. He could taste it too: metallic and bitter, like old metal from a car engine. It filled his mouth with saliva and made him want to vomit, but it also filled his throat and chest with a sense of pride. His teeth were sharp, as in he could rip any animal that came his way.

Upon reaching Saintmau, he transformed back into his human form. The smell of death was so strong now that it almost choked Zeta's tongue, lingering in the air. The moon had been high up in the sky for hours. The Saintmau village was silent, not even the wind blowing through the tree leaves rustled. Zeta Eli took deep breaths to ease hi