Release Him

Killorn would've gladly traded his life to be in Ophelia's position. He'd rather take the fall than her. The moon dangled in the sky, tucked behind a thick veil of clouds, almost like a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy below.

Killorn struggled against the edge of his cliff, ready to leap into the abyss with his beloved Ophelia. Desperation, despair, and a searing rage clawed out of his throat, echoing through the forest trees, as multiple hands grabbed him, wrestling him backward.

"Alpha, please!" they begged against the kicking and blinded husband. 

Killorn roared against his restraint, his muscles tensed as he threw people off of him. But it was no use, as his loyal men jumped back onto their feet to hold him back. His eyes were wide and wild with denial, locked into the unforgiving cliff below, where his wife had disappeared.