the lone wolf dies but the pack survives

She felt it all like a thousand knives were stabbing into her heart as it was torn into pieces. That pain, that agony, that despair, that fear. Watched as her alpha's heart was pierced. Watched as her mother fell apart at her soul mate's death. She watched as her father's throat was ripped by a dark grey wolf.

The Darkmoon pack they were called, led by Alpha Russel- Cold, savage, and bloodthirsty. A child's imagination.Īnd when she turned 8, her world shattered.Īlarms blazed as enemy warriors streamed into their lands.

They brought her to the pack doctor, to human counsellors, to psychologists but to no avail. They spoke in hushed whispers behind her back though, never knowing she heard everything. Her parents were always there to soothe her, comforting her. Memories of them? Or a war that never happened? She sobbed and screamed, trashing at these nightmares that haunted her sleep, always afraid of what the next night would bring. She became the stars and the world itself. She felt the world turn both silent and loud. She remembered armies of endless undead, fighting against friends and family turned foe. A woman, a goddess that made her feel endless despair. A masked man who nearly ripped her heart apart. A purple-eyed man who destroyed her home. Then there was a snake-like man who taught her fear. She remembered a golden-haired boy that became her sun. Slips of memories that brought pain, and horror yet so much love and hope.

The lone wolf dies but the pack survives