"Conaan!" Eleanor yelled, immediately running up to where the lycan king stood, transfixed, blood all over him. His eyes were wide, his pupils stained with blood, his fingers lightly trembling as he watched Brandon's body.

Eleanor reached him, then immediately turned him away, burying his head in her bosom.

"Who did this?" Eleanor yelled, her fingers lacing into his hair to keep him in place. He was completely still, like he had fallen asleep on his feet, his eyes wide open, with nothing reflecting in the green orbs.

"Conaan? Conaan, are you okay? Please, I..."

Slowly, he moved away, taking a step back from her. Her eyes filled with tears...