The Spell

Melinda swiftly ran towards me, she bent down to examine my pups, running her hands through their chest to feel their pulse, checking if they were still alive.

“They are not dead.” She squealed.

“What??” I yelped. “They are not dead??" I said in a curious tone.

"Then why are they covered in blood?” I questioned. I bent down instantly, and I grabbed the pups, looking to confirm Melinda's assertion.

“Only one of them is dead. The others survived. He only managed to kill one, and I guess the blood splashed onto the others.” Melinda added.

I heaved a gloomy sigh, and I just looked up to the moon, swaddling the two living pups, in my arms.

At least, in spite of all the tribulations and hardships that I've had to go through, there have always been bountiful reasons to be thankful; the fact that I didn't lose all my pups in one night was a solid reason to be thankful.

Melinda sat down, and from the expression on her face, I could sense that she was lost in thought... in fact, we were both