It was destined time

Music Recommendation: The Chairman's Waltz- John Williams

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Drops of blood started to fall on the snowy ground, turning it red in front of Noah. The young Duke held his stomach in pain and pulled away to look at his hand covered in his blood. 

Noah Sullivan was a smart man, he had grown up to be like that, but there was folly as he had been raised by the Sullivans, who had always instilled in how important family was. They were supposed to lean against each other and always stand united. And it was the folly of his thought to think that James wouldn't do anything to him. 

The poison had begun to make its effect quicker than expected, and he had no antidote against it. 

"Why?" Noah asked the older werewolf, who stood before him with the bloody dagger in his hand.