Could try to take her to the bath, she wouldn’t accept it, even if I had memorized every inch of her skin. She was stubborn and prod
She opened
Mon eyes and stared at the ceiling. Tears streamed down the sides of her face without stopping, like a waterfall, sliding over her dirt–streaked akin, leaving a trail and soaking the pillow. Their wete some leaves stuck in her hair, blending with the dry blood.
Dr you okay? I asked.
ing a small scab
scah, but I didn’t feel any physical pain coming from her. My saliva had done a good job,
Tawuld smell the blood staining her dark hair, creating a smi sealing the open wound.
Im not hurt,” she whispered, pressing her lips together and wrinkling her small nose. Your life funt in danger, there’s nothing to worry about.” There hint of bitterness in her tone
1 opened my mouth to protest, but I fell silent
right: my only concern about her was because of our hond. At least, that’s what I thought and believed
“Alright. Rest, tomorrow will be a long day.”
It was already nearing the end of the afternoon, toon the sun would give way to the moon. Ruda’s mourning family would spend the last hours under the night’s cloak, saying goodbye to who he was in life, preparing his soul for the afterlife.
I focused on her breathing. Rhythmic and slow, just like her heartbeat. She was fine and out of danger. I spun on my heels and beaded out of the room. I heard the rustling of the sheets and the creaking of the mattress.
“Fenrir?” she called. I glanced at her over my shoulder; she was propped up on her elbow, facing me. I tried to save him, I swear I tried,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath.
1 clenched my teeth, grinding my jaw
“I know you did.” I revealed.
Savannah had some qualities, and caring for others, even when they didn’t deserve her sympathy, was one of them, especially for pups.
I took a step when she spoke again
“Can I go to his wake, or whatever you do here when someone dies?
It wasn’t a good idea, but…she had the right, since she tried to save the pup’s life, putting herself at risk even when she didn’t have to. They weren’t her park, nor were they friendly. She had no reason to help him, yet she tried.
“Tomorrow, at dusk,” I wamed, leaving the room and closing the door behind me
I descended the stairs with firm steps, grabbed a whiskey from the kitchen counter, unscrewed the cap, and drank directly from the bottle.
Of all the bad days I had in my life, this one would make the list. I hadn’t just lost a woll, I had lost a pup. I had failed as an alpha; as a mate; as a man, leader, and woll
I grabbed the bottle and threw it against the wall. The glass shattered on the floor, along with the amber liquid and the scent of alcohol that filled the room.
At least, I couldn’t smell Kuda’s death anymore. The scent of my failure.
POV Savannah Bowen
I didn’t get out of bed after Fenrir left the room. I stayed dirty, covered in dirt and blood, as if the smell could remind me, make me brood over what had happened
His death was my Guli
Hunter wanted me, and would kill anyone who stood in his way, whether males, fentales, or even pups. Ruda was only eleven, just a little boy, innocent and just beginning to discover the pleasures of life.
he hard ground
I ignored my hungry stomach and the throbbing headache from crying. I ignored the discomfort on the right side of my body, which hit the when I was thrown far away.
Once again, physical pain was nothing compared to emotional pain.
I stared at the pale moon through the window, admiring the way the silvery light illuminated the treetops. I watched it for so long that I saw when the sky started to lighten, gradually making the darkness fully illuminated.
saw the moment
The silence around Fenrir’s house, always welcome, had become an annoyance on this particular day. It reminded me of death, of mourning. And for the first time since I arrived in the village, I could feel it vibrating on my skin.
At some point in the morning, Nicoleta came up with a tray of coffee, containing eggs, bacon, and black coffee. I tried to eat, but couldn’t, so I gave in to just the bitter, hot liquid.
