Alpha's Tears after My Death

Members of the Moon Howlers Consul were exerting every effort to determine the case's resolution. In addition to their desperation, their primary concern was determining whether the other pack was responsible for the crime. Therefore, they needed to have war supplies on hand.

All day and night long, under Reymond's direction, they searched and investigated. My lifeless body, meanwhile, lay motionless on the table.

As the hollowness of my pit of the stomach intensified, I averted my gaze. Seeing my body treated with such contempt would be unbearable for me. My skin was pale and covered in blood stains. Its owner would have gone unnoticed by everyone.

"See, the victim's head is gone, her fingers too, and there's a chunk missing from her ankle," Beta Harry exclaimed, abruptly pointing to my body. I never thought I would see blood, using my own body as a point of reference.

The Goddess must have sensed my anguish even though I was already a Lunar Wraith, a spirit invisible to the living.

Meanwhile, Reymond remained quiet, likely contemplating the reasons behind the amputation of my head and the subsequent removal of my limbs.

He then asked, "Did you already find out this person's identity aside from the fact that she's a she-wolf?"

But Harry shook his head in disappointment. We need to hear the pack healers' thoughts on this first. Additionally, they are exerting all of their efforts to conduct an investigation. However, our Consul members are currently out and about in Winter; we will swiftly summon them here to attempt body identification if anyone reports a missing relative.

Upon finishing his sentence, I noticed that my partner nodded, but he barely looked at me. How grossed out was he? This worthless Alpha must be ashamed! If he had simply paid attention to my voice while I used the mindlink, this would never have happened!

This is unbearable for me. I couldn't bear it if he ignored my lifeless body on the table, the ring he had purchased for me, and Luna, his beloved pet. He must be smelling me, right? Why had he brought his wolf along? Did the natural aromas outweigh the stench of my dead body?

Reymond later at the meeting voiced his outlandish theory.

I think I've found a pattern in the murders that have occurred recently. Near the Silver River Pack, similar events are taking place. They have a dark obsession with gutting, bleeding, and dismembering human bodies. I will never forgive them if they are really guilty of those crimes.

Upon hearing the Alpha bring up the rival pack from the neighboring town, Harry's eyebrows arched in surprise. Something came to him out of nowhere.

"Little River Silver... Alpha, are you implying that our rivalry is at the root of this? Could this be dangerous? While furrowing his brow, he inquired.

With a nod, Reymond responded, "Pretty much."

Harry knew exactly what to do the second he heard about the Beta. Swiftly, he issued a command to the pack's members and the influential elders.

Observe the area surrounding the Silver River Pack. Do your best to gather as much data as possible. And you certainly shouldn't be caught!

Following the gathering, one of the pack members approached Reymond. Alpha, you are brilliant. Imagine if no one had connected the rival pack to this case. You have to be right about this given how hostile they are toward us.

I desperately wanted to join the discussion at that moment. What good would a she-wolf that has died do?

No need to rush, Reymond. I would remain by your side until the day I saw your reaction when you understood everything—it didn't matter if I was a Lunar Wraith.

In reaction to the pack member, Reymond merely nodded indifferently. He was sick of hearing praise for his intelligence, leadership, good looks, wealth, and everything else since he was a little boy.

"Alpha, wait!" He was abruptly halted by the young wolf. As the pack member was about to speak, Reymond's long, curly hair sprung out of his jacket.

A mischievous grin spread across the face of the young wolf. "This must be the Luna's hair."

Reymond, on the other hand, spoke with an icy tone. "None of your business." Snatching the hair, he stuffed it into his pocket and marched off.

The member of the pack who was left behind rubbed his nose awkwardly.

I really wanted to pat him on the back, but alas, my hand went right through him.

I wanted to tell him right then and there that my short, straight hair would be obvious to him if he could just find my head. It was Isolde's. It was resting on their Alpha's shoulder.

Remembering the woman made me gag and left a bad taste in my mouth.

The evening I was murdered... While I was on my knees pleading for salvation and sobbing uncontrollably, Isolde was embracing my mate and abandoning that stray hair.