forty eight
Third Persons POV,
The Alpha was no longer in the form of humans. He has transformed into his true nature.
He was no longer the strange man that was lying sprawled on the bed only a few seconds ago.
An enormous white beasty looking wolf was what stood on the bed in place of the man that looked so much like he was about to take his last breath.
Seconds ago after the elder had walked in, he looked at the passed out Alpha on the bed and examined his wound and he could only express a deep frown as he couldn't understand why the Alpha would do something so unethical like running away from his own people.
The visions he had should have been enough to tell him what he needed to do, but the elder couldn't help but think that he was probably mistaken as the young Alpha had no idea what he needed to do.