Brielle: The Blunder

I looked down at my hands. Steady as a rock. They don’t seem like they just brutally killed dozens of innocent men and women, except for a hint of blood around my nails. It’s funny how empty I feel knowing we just won. We won against the brutes of werewolves. We won against my mother’s murderers. It just doesn’t feel the way I thought it would feel, probably because we crossed a line. We involved innocents in this. We slayed the one that didn’t have anything to do with my mother’s murder.

There was a wave of celebration around me. We were far from the borders of the Sage Pack, somewhere in the woods. Some of our people were getting medical attention, while the others lit a bonfire and were now drinking, singing, and dancing around it. They called for the celebrations to go on all of the remaining nights. I didn’t feel like it. I was drained from using my powers tonight. Also, this heavy feeling dangling from my chest was not letting me feel happy about our victory.

I felt a pat on m