I wasn't normally one to mess with the dead. I had always held the belief that once a wolf had passed, the moon goddess decided their path. Whether or not she welcomed them into the grove, or let their souls pass into the dark realm. The day the first attack came after the summit, we had burried the enemies in a large grave, no markers; no honour of their memories. Luckily I was there when Ethan was dumped, dropped on top of his bastard son to side, near the large tree on the field. Cole is still filled with rage, giving us the strength to dig him up quickly. Not thinking of the depravity of my actions, I rip his hand from his decaying body, holding it in our teeth as Cole sprints towards Mira's house. When we turn, I realise I'm walking with a dead hand into the house of someone who has only just began to trust me. 'Probably a little dark' I mumble to Cole, not letting it stop me. "Mira?" I call out, "Come in" she calls, "Um, I feel like I should warn you" I start explaining as I
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