Alaric steps out of the mansion and swings the door shut loudly. He paced around restlessly for a few seconds and then he let out a loud furious, frustrated growl, startling the patrolling guards. Well, who knew better than to pay the Alpha an attention.
Instead, they put even more focus on their work, their fingers on their rifles as the man continued growling so angrily, stumping his feet on the ground as if he was smashing somebody, anybody's skull with the sole of his shoes.
Alaric covers his palms over his face, trying to control himself. Trying to get rid of the foreign emotion that was eroding his senses.
Sadness!
He has never felt sadness in a day in his life. He is always in control of what he feels, how he chooses to feel it and he responds to feelings.
