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CHARLES

A week elapsed in the dungeon and I began to feel restless. The offense I had committed wasn't a slight one and I had been condemned to death. When passing the sentence the Alpha had promised me that he would have me killed within a week, therefore as the days went by I sat there awaiting my death.

The Alpha came only once, to taunt me and mock me. I remember that day and every single word he said.

“You are a very despicable person. How could you do that?" He said, pacing outside my cell. He was accompanied by two guards.

“I trusted you with my secrets, the packs secrets, I gave you a rank and you always dine at my table, but look how you repay my kindness?" He was full of rage but I maintained my cool.

One thing I had said to myself was that I wasn't going to feel guilty for what I did, and I would take my punishment with pride, I would never beg for mercy because I knew that I did the right thing.