The Regretful Alpha 1.1

Silence enveloped. Silence covered all sides. Time seemed to stand still in the thick of the night, which was slowly fading away.

Above, in the moments that remained, the full moon still illuminated the earth with its shimmering light. It seemed to keep its promise to stay until morning truly arrived.

The cool night breeze began to die down. The rustling of the leaves it caused slowly stopped. Silence and stillness became more pronounced everywhere, accompanied by the fading scent of emptiness, a sign of the end of all things.

In the fading darkness, Usher lay powerless on the cold ground. He lamented the situation, gazing at the full moon with increasingly melancholy eyes. He was dying with a pain that could not be expressed in words. His wounds were countless and his blood continued to flow, mixing with the blood of the wolves that had died before him.

Usher's face was pale. His breath grew heavier, panting, and short, tangible evidence of deep pain. At the same time, warmth welled