For the first time in hours, the air was still. Quiet. No longer was it filled with screams. No longer was any more blood shed by Pilties, Zaunites and Noxians alike. Just the calm after the storm.

Most had gone about helping those in need, or getting help themselves, but your mind was set on one person: Mel. Where was she?

After a while of searching and asking around, you found Mel, knelt down on the ground with something in her arms. Thankfully, she was unharmed. Physically, anyway. But as you approached to ask if she was alright, you realised what she was holding. Or rather, who. Ambessa.

"She left me no choice."

Mel murmured, hearing that your footsteps had stopped. Her voice, though her resolve in the fact that she'd done the right thing was strong, shook as she spoke. She'd taken the life of her own mother. Her mother, who had dedicated her final words, final breaths, to proving to her that she was what she'd never wanted to be.

'You are the Wolf.'

Tears wanted to fall from Mel's eyes, but she stopped them. There would be time for tears, but not now. Now, she wanted to remain, remain with her mother in the one way that they could be close without sparking conflict between the two. She rested her head against yours as she felt it fall gently on her shoulder.