[Donald's POV]
"He was only 20 years old. He was so young. He could have had a bright future," Armstrong muttered. "I recruited the patrol. I killed him."
Everyone present fell silent.
Behind the death of a young warrior was a family tragedy that would continue for many years and even completely destroy some people. I also felt guilty about this. This was partly my fault. In addition to being the Lycan King and failing to protect the werewolves under my jurisdiction, I also knew that the arrival of this tragedy was largely because of me. If I had not come to the Silver Moon Tribe, they might not have been attacked so quickly.
This thought made me uneasy and angry. I had a heavy responsibility on my shoulders. We had to catch the murderer!
"Let's send the corpse to the hospital first." Armstrong looked like he was quickly recovering from his emotions. He looked very calm. "Don't tell anyone about this for now. Call Colin's family over. I'll talk to them first.
