I wanted to see, but a part of me didn't want to watch my people fall. My vision began to blur, shifting back and the Village was now before me. Late Darkfall, snow still covers the grounds. It's quiet, too quiet. No birds, no deer, no snow rabbits. Nothing, but several paw size tracks in the snow. In the distance, I saw them, barbed wolf after barbed wolf. This was not random, this was organized, functional, Dozens of them surrounded the village and barring any form of escape.
"The Dark One..."
It's all I could say at what I saw leading them. The pack leader was massive, a monster of a creature. My gaze shifted to the One Eyed Wolf that stood beside me.
"This is why you sent me away?"
(Yes. I saw this coming.)
My attention turned to the village as the demons attacked, no one had a chance. Our warriors fell, hunters, then our families. Our Tribe was small, they could not handle such a mass. The sounds of cries, screams, the sobbing of our young, and the breaking of our homes. Before my eyes, I watched as my people fell.
"I could of helped them."
I could of... I could of fought for them, just as they would of fought for me. I could of thrown myself into the fray, made an opening for other to flee. I could of saved at least a few.
(You are helping them.)
Sykala's voice entered my mind once more and I couldn't help but stare at him. I am helping them? It did not make much sense at first. What did he mean? I had left for the mainland, and my tribe had fallen.
(Stay where you are. Rebuild. You will have the mate that is needed. Give her the honor and respect she deserves.)
"I understand, Forest Father. You Will shall be done... Thank you."
He was right.
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