08-18-2014, 09:55 AM
Sierra had never killed a man before. She sank to her knees. Grief overwhelmed her. She curled up into the fetal position and cried. The card held in her hand. She'd killed someone. It had been mercy, which the man had not deserved, he had taken her best friend, he'd threatened and hurt other wolves, she could smell them all over him.
Sierra eventually realized Calvin was there, embracing his wolf, from the scent of it all. She looked over at him through the tears. He was trying to read the card. Sierra pulled her camera from her pack. And snapped a picture of the card. She could do what needed doing later, when it wasn't rash.
She held up the card to Calvin. He could take it if he wanted it. All Sierra wanted to do was cry and mourn her friend right now. But even in the grief of the moment she couldn't help but get the thought through her head, she'd killed a man.
Sierra eventually realized Calvin was there, embracing his wolf, from the scent of it all. She looked over at him through the tears. He was trying to read the card. Sierra pulled her camera from her pack. And snapped a picture of the card. She could do what needed doing later, when it wasn't rash.
She held up the card to Calvin. He could take it if he wanted it. All Sierra wanted to do was cry and mourn her friend right now. But even in the grief of the moment she couldn't help but get the thought through her head, she'd killed a man.