The night of that horrid occurrence should be wiped from my mind by now. Cast away by good intention and heartfelt loyalty.

I hadn't meant to trigger it.

Hadn't thought about it when killing that man.

It had been an accident.

I was scared.

Kyrin had left me in the town. A man had approached and i had tried to avoid him. He was relentless when pursuing and i had only shoved him away.

Temper had always been a downfall but i hadn't meant to shove him that hard.

He had fallen back, heart pierced by readily chopped fire wood.

I'd rushed forward, only to suffer by gravities severity. Falling to the floor as my bones punished me for my act of carelessness. I'd prayed for breath as my eyes lit a new.

Feeling the venom i never wished to taste.

Home had shielded me well that night. Papa had taught me the kindness of a wolf apposed to its harshest reality. I had fallen in love with the creature i had became. One with the wind and forest.

Life had moved on since but the village in the west had not forgotten.

When mama would travel their she would be greeted with nothing but hardship. She was an outsider, the only one from the village whom hadn't been born there.

The streets whispered that she was the fierce wolf.

Trouble had descended.

Despite my appeal towards my own species. I knew it had its down falls.

Temper, temper.

They had poisoned the water supply with wolfsbane.

I had avoided the town since my accident. My brothers preferred the fresher water from down stream. My papa would take them.

She had been the only one to suffer the toxin.

Falling drastically ill. Susceptible to disease her immune system would have once laughed off.

Papa and Mama had became more distant. They feared the future as i did. Working on something to save us all.

But i had been furious and my wolfen temper caused me nothing but consequence.

I had stormed the village and put azalea petals and leaves into their water. Hoping they would choke as my mama had.

My anger had been overwhelming. Aimed and thought out. I had wanted them all to suffer. At the cost of her.

I was the reason they descended upon our home.

I had been the beginning, the instigator and the ending.

That was why they were coming today. Torches lit ready to rain terror upon my family. As papa lay tending to mama, his power draining by the day at his attempts to save her.

I have to do something to make it right. To finally end and win the battle that i have caused.

I exit my area in the hut, eyes avoiding the sickly state of my beloved parents. I worry for them dearly but can not stand the sight of their suffering.

Deon does not notice me pick up papa's ritual knives as he tends to their every need.

I slip them into my clothing, hoping the blades would not so much as scratch my skin.

I ignore the thud of dirt as Kyrin hides in the surrounding forest.

The fire is burning brighter by the second and the distance does not seem so far. As if even the horizon is catching up.

I am numb to adrenaline by now, terror and excitement biting at my skin.

Part of me can only think of saving my family. Another part fears giving into the cravings of a blood thirsty wolf.

I had hoped to blink and have it all be over.

The first kills were painfully slow. My muscles aching as i forced passion into every action.

Blood was recognised to be hot as it hit the nerves on my skin, coating me in the life i had taken.

And then the black smoke saviour had rescued me. Wrapped me in power i could have never even dreamt of. Impossible became ordinary.

Later became now.

Smooth like smoke and soft like sunshine.

Killing as easy as kissing.

The last death of them all had been the only one i hesitated with.

"Please. You do not have to kill me. I will leave, you will never see me again, i swear it." Droplets of blood had fallen from their splatters upon my face into my mouth.

The sickeningly sweet taste of iron swirled on my taste buds as my once white teeth became stained.

My smirk showcases the insanity of it. Finding pleasure in such a harrowing moment. This man, pleading for his life entirely.

"I'm afraid i'm far past mercy. In fact i would go as far to say i am past civilness. Completely feral." I snarl as he stumbles back.

He's encased by the hunting smoke.

"Please. Please. Please." He's overwhelmed forcing me to sly laughter.

"I was never all that kind dear. But i think we both know you are not making it out of here alive." Tears have over taken him now, leaving him a terrified mess.

"You do not have to do this." He shakes his head as i step closer.

"And what if i want to? What if the only way i can sleep at night is to kill people like you. You threaten the things i can not lose, for that you must lose your life." His scream is cut short by the thud of his heart on the floor.

The world is pulsating in my ears as i come to terms with reality and the power that had taken sanctuary in my bones.

However, by now i have learnt the existence of cost.

I rush back to the hut with a new speed to my being. I'm not out of breath upon entry but it is swiftly stolen from my lungs when i find mama and papa missing from the space they have slept for days.

I turn frantically as Kyrin enters the hutch doorway.

"Dearest Erisandre. you must understand, they have saved us all." I shake my head. Disbelief written all over the pages of my face.

I run back out, hoping to find their scents in the air.

My legs carry me into the forest. Tree's whip past and slice at my bare arms. The cuts heal quickly but repeat for what seems like an eternity until i spot two familiar looming figures.

I'm devastated to see my brothers crying over two mounds in the dirt.

I shake my head, harping in forgotten breath as i state my denial of it all.

"No, no, no. This isn't... This can't be." I can't stay there, staring at those spots.

I rush off as my brothers call my name but i do not stop until they are out of sight and sound.

Only then do my legs give way.

Pulling me back to the ground where i had once been at what i thought to be my lowest.

Here again.

But this time, the pain is not silent and physical.

It is far harsher and my body can not contain the grief.

I scream out into the night, what can only be described as a true battle call of war.

A she wolf howling to the moon for guidance and forgiveness.