BURDENS OF MERCY

LYRA'S POV

The first rays of the sun break over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene of destruction before me. I inhale deeply, trying to steady my racing heart as I take in the wreckage and devastation that surrounds me. The scent of blood and smoke fills my nostrils, and a heavy weight settle in my chest as I think of the lives that were lost in the battle.

Amidst the chaos, I spot one of the fallen enemy werewolves struggling to cling to life. Their body is battered and broken, their breathing shallow, and their eyes barely open. My senses heighten, and every step I take feels like I'm treading on thin ice. I approach the fallen enemy with caution, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Part of me wants to show mercy and spare them the pain of a slow death, while another part understands that leaving them to suffer is a fate worse than death itself.

Looking around, I notice a broken tree branch nearby, that was most likely torn from one of the trees during the battle.