章 32: Deep and Long Scratches

[Donald's POV]

"He was only 20 years old. He was so young. He could have had a bright future," Armstrong muttered. "I recruited the patrol. I killed him."

Everyone present fell silent.

Behind the death of a young warrior was a family tragedy that would continue for many years and even completely destroy some people. I also felt guilty about this. This was partly my fault. In addition to being the Lycan King and failing to protect the werewolves under my jurisdiction, I also knew that the arrival of this tragedy was largely because of me. If I had not come to the Silver Moon Tribe, they might not have been attacked so quickly.

This thought made me uneasy and angry. I had a heavy responsibility on my shoulders. We had to catch the murderer!