The price

TYRION

I remembered that ring on my mother's finger when I was young, but I didn't recall seeing it again after she died. Nonetheless, the longer I thought about it, the more I started to think about the possibility that my mother's ring wasn't among her belongings...

I stormed out of the hospital with a feeling that I was missing something obvious. I needed to find that ring. We needed a weapon against that witch. More than fifty members of my pack had died, and my best friend, my Beta, was in a coma because of her. Those people were my responsibility. Could I truly think of myself as the Alpha King when I couldn't save the weakest of my pack?

The sense of guilt and anger was crushing me from the inside. Nothing was more important than to find that fucking witch and kill her. I was led by my fury. I strode into the palace, seething and making everyone run away from me. I stopped as I grabbed a door handle, but I realized that I wasn't about to walk into my room. I was standing in f