08-14-2014, 01:47 PM
Sierra cried for her friend. She felt his last breath slip from him. Everything had happened too fast. Sierra barely registered the fact that someone was near, much less who it was. Arms wrapped around her and her first instinct was to fight. She pushed the arms from around her and stood up with Snow cradled in her arms.
Tears blurred her eyes, it didn't matter, she didn't care. Right now loss was the only thing running through her. Even the wolves sendings she ignored.
Her friend was gone, just as his mother had been taken from him. He had been taken from her. Anger welled up over the grief. Sierra laid Snow down carefully and ran to her bow she'd dropped in the bushes.
One man was gasping for breath, the man she'd shot. She'd missed his heart, but his lungs were filling with blood. He suffered and Sierra was happy.
She walked over to him and pushed the arrow in deeper. "Who sent you?
The man gurgled up nothing. He was afraid, Sierra could see it in his eyes. She could feel the wolf inside rising. She knew exactly what Aaron had felt before he lost himself in the wolf. It would be so easy to get lost in it. To become what her friend had been - a wolf.
But she maintained her ground. The man had reached for his pocket, he couldn't open it but it seemed that he was telling her what she was after. Sierra removed the contents of his pocket and found a business card. The man nodded and pleaded with her. He wanted help? He killed Snow.
They were too far away for help to arrive soon. Sierra did the only thing she could think to do. She knocked an arrow and shot the man clean through the eye socket.
Tears blurred her eyes, it didn't matter, she didn't care. Right now loss was the only thing running through her. Even the wolves sendings she ignored.
Her friend was gone, just as his mother had been taken from him. He had been taken from her. Anger welled up over the grief. Sierra laid Snow down carefully and ran to her bow she'd dropped in the bushes.
One man was gasping for breath, the man she'd shot. She'd missed his heart, but his lungs were filling with blood. He suffered and Sierra was happy.
She walked over to him and pushed the arrow in deeper. "Who sent you?
The man gurgled up nothing. He was afraid, Sierra could see it in his eyes. She could feel the wolf inside rising. She knew exactly what Aaron had felt before he lost himself in the wolf. It would be so easy to get lost in it. To become what her friend had been - a wolf.
But she maintained her ground. The man had reached for his pocket, he couldn't open it but it seemed that he was telling her what she was after. Sierra removed the contents of his pocket and found a business card. The man nodded and pleaded with her. He wanted help? He killed Snow.
They were too far away for help to arrive soon. Sierra did the only thing she could think to do. She knocked an arrow and shot the man clean through the eye socket.