Losing the Alpha

Luigi's POV

"I don't think that is a good idea," I said as a try to stop Xylo from his plan. I could see the determination in his eyes to take avenge for the wolves that have killed her. I could see the emotions in his eyes, it was full of hatred and revenge...and I don't think that will do good at this moment.

He continued gathering his weapons as he drank the entire bottle of liquor. He wasn't listening to me, or he couldn't hear me. He was too angry to care for his environment. He isn't supposed to be like this. He was always calm and composed, I cannot let him be like this.

I can't see him this miserable and broken. It is too much for me, his brother who looked up to him with all the respect for leading the whole pack. I couldn't blame him, though.

I stopped him with my arms when he is about to step out of the room, with those eyes wanting to kill everyone. "Calm yourself, Xylo..." It was the only thing that I could say because I know that I am not right in his shoes. My grief is nothing compared to his.

He looked at me, with those empty eyes of him. I could still the hint of regret in his eyes. I have to look away to not see how miserable he is.

"I lost her, Luigi." He was not angry, his voice is full of grief and sadness. I never thought that I could hear him being like this vulnerable. I didn't know that he will have this weakness, he used to be unbreakable...He used to be imnopotent, with his mind only focused in our pack.

"I will go with you, then." I offered, I cannot let him go in the territory of those wolves with him being alone. I cannot let that happen to my own brother.

He look at me with the desire to finish them off. This time, instead of sadness and grief, I saw his flaring and empty eyes. He was ready to kill them off. He was so determined, I can see it in his eyes...But he drank too much liquor, I don't think that is good.

"I'll do it, alone..." He was fierced and angry that I wasn't able to stopped him when he pushed me out of his way and dashed away out of the castle. I couldn't stop him, because I knew, deep inside my heart, that I will do the same thing if I were in his shoes. I knew, that I want to kill those bastards too.

I went out of the room and called for Chigo.

"Beta?" He bowed.

"Follow Xylo, bring some men but don't meddle in his business. Do it only when necessary." I ordered.

I am completely aware that Xylo can handle those on his own. I just wanted to make sure that he is safe and he will not do something so stupid.

I decided to visit the home of Vertinas. It was silent, the aura surrounding their house was silent and gloomy. I couldn't go inside, I was afraid of what I am about to see. I can only look from afar, I can only look from this area.

I can still smell the scent of Clary here, it was only a faint smell probably because she has not been in this place for almost one month. I could also smell some blood, probably the area where she was harmed by her sister. I wonder what her sister has in her mind...Is she happy? Now that Clary is gone, she will not have any competition in my brother.

It was her mistake, though. He will never be hers, I have known my brother for so long. I have known his principles in life. He wouldn't back down, he wouldn't let another Vertina replace the place of Clary. He only approved the Luna dinner back then was because of mother. She was the only one pushing my brother to that Vertina. And Xylo being the obedient son, loving mother so much, he had accepted everything that mother had ordered.

Except for this one.

My heart ache for the thought of Clary. I liked her and treated her as my own sister. She was fragile that I needed to be there for her, I couldn't leave her back then. She was fragile but brave at the same time. I wonder what was on her mind on her last breath.

The thought of her pleading for them to not kill her makes my heart heavy more than ever. I could have protected her, too. I could have been there, too. I should have done something to make her feel alright...but now, she was gone and all that was left was the memories of her. Something that will remain for eternity.

That night, Xylo did not went back home. It was only morning when I got a sight of him in the basement of our home. His clothes and hands are full of blood, I could see nothing but red in him. He had probably killed all the wolves associated to her death, but I could see that it did not help him even a bit. He still looks miserable and I don't think he will be able to be fine anytime sooner. I don't think he will be able to recover soon from this heart ache.

He is having a some and drinking some liquor again when I found him in the basement. I wish I could do something for him, but it looks like he doesn't need help. In fact, he looks like he would refuse any help. It seems like he wants to feel the suffering so that he will be free from his regret and conscience.

I couldn't wish for anything but to bring Clary alive again...because that day, we have also lost our own Alpha.