70

It’s cold, and dark…

I know this day.

I could never forget this day.

I’m back home, Sacred heart pack. And there are bodies everywhere, the ground is soaked with blood, the air thick with the scent, I taste it on my tongue.

They’re all dead.

All of them.

I hear a blood curling scream as Lily runs into her home, more screams follow. Unbelieving.

Shattered.

Heartbreaking.

Run, I tell myself but my legs are not mine to command, it moves me foward, closer to the body missing parts, slashes from claws, a breath excapes my lips, i see Martha, our pack healer, old Josefby the willow tree he likes to sit under, eyes closed with his chest ripped open.

Senior enforcer Stefan. Dead. In the middle of the street.

Just dead. Gutted.

Luna Cecil, ripped to pieces, I only recognize her form the arburn hair sticking out of a bloody pink sweater.

My eyes keep moving over one body to the other, the next more wretched then the last.

A feeling of certain… wrongness claws at my senses.

I c