Chapter 47.

As I left the palace, I looked around to see that once again the pack grounds were quiet and glum. People shut away in their houses grieving and others just avoiding the massacre that destroyed our once peaceful lands.

I looked at the forest border and it occurred to me that whilst I had lived in the camp I had come to love the forest and all it’s natural beauty, even on it’s stormiest days. But from here, it looked bleak and grim, nothing beautiful about it, even the surrounding trees looked forbidding and miserable. Their branches and leaves had been smashed apart and trodden into the ground during the battle, and the once green and vibrant leaves were now a stained crimson red. We needed the rain, we needed it to wash away the horror of that day, the reminder to everyone how one man and a member of their own pack wanted to viciously destroy their home.

The entire time I was away, and I’d sneak to the borders looking onto my home, Leo and my parents, I always wished to be here agai