Tidy or Untidy

ATHENA'S POV.

The brown substance finally became clear to me. I knew what it is.

Just immediately after I had called his name, Tristan burst in like he had been at my door, and I screamed, startled. I had not heard him coming. There were a couple more rooms before the one I entered. Didn't he check them?

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking ready to fight.

I ran to him, and held his hand before looking back at the bed.

On it was blood. Dried blood.

A really large amount of it, spreading in a disfigured circle on the bed. It had turned brown over the course of time. Even if three Alpha wolves had not died in the house like the story said, someone had died in that room.

There was no way such a large amount of blood came from an injury or any other source. I could finally explain the destroyed state of the room. The person had fought, but had been taken to the bed, probably after they were too weak, and maybe the person who had slashed the doll madly, had done the same to the human the