While Everard sitting down alone at the edge of a small cliff and was drowning in the sea of guilt after killing someone, someone else was busy looking towards the manor of alpha Romulus and plotting something devilish.
‘You are going to pay for what you did, Mr. Alpha,’ Herald thought to himself and then slowly began heading towards the manor.
After walking for a few minutes, Herald took a small vial from the left pocket of his waistcoat. It contained some kind of liquid in it.
Herald looked at the vial and then whispered to it, “You better work. Or else I will have to work a lot harder than what I have planned for tonight.”
He pulled the lid of that vial and then poured a few drops of that liquid onto the tip of his finger. Then he dabbed that finger below his ears and on his wrist. He repeated that process until he was giving off some kind of strange smell. That strong smell didn’t seem to bother him though.
