origin ver. finale / section 6(6)

“But…” Fang looked upon Thunder’s corpse.
“You finished her work,” Thane said. “You freed the Rot from this place.”
“The banes held here would have come for the Wolf Clan.” Fang shook his head. “Now their sights are set on other clans. I saved the pack! Father would’ve let them rain death upon us!”
“Fang… what have you done?” Freyja stood at the entrance to the chamber, Sky and a contingent of the Iron Guard following close behind. She had heard everything.
The Den Mother strode across the room to her mate’s form, still sprawled against the remains of the altar.
Thane bowed his head. “I tried to stop them.”
She ran a paw over Thunder’s eyes, finally closing them. “I know.”
The young Greymane prince approached his mother. “Anara’s escaped.”
Freyja turned to Sky, who was waiting obediently by the chamber entrance. “Find her.”
With a simple nod, the ranger turned and left the chamber.
“What about him?” Thane nodded to his brother, offering Freyja the disgraced wolf’s greatsword.
Fang remained on the floor, shaking his head in resignation. “Just… kill me. Kill me now.”
Freyja turned to the blade, but after a moment, she pushed it away. “No.” She sighed. “No more Greymanes perish today.”