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The Cries of sorrow shook her small frame, as she was bent down crouching on the earthen floors of the small family home. Wood walls half-collapsed around her as a small amount of hay tumbled down onto her long raven hair, like the remnants of a broken dream. the moon casting long shadows on the scene of a family slaughtered, warm blood still splattered on the walls, with huge gouging claw marks on the body of an elder man and woman with a baby torn in half. All that remained in this once happy home was a shaking screaming broken young lady.
The Lycans I had been tracking left none but blood, and devastation in their wake. For centuries, I pursued them with a singular focus. Indifferent to the carnage they left behind, other that the temperature of the blood to assess how long past they wrecked their havoc.
Why, now, after such a time did this sad spectacle give me pause?
Was it the soul and shattered heart in her screams? The sorrow? The humanity aching? Her small frame of not yet twenty crumbled under the weight of the horror she came upon after the Lycans Ravaged her family?
Family, a word I had long forgotten. A tie to humanity.
In that moment, I knew I’d move hell and earth for her. The raw anguish in her blue eyes like the stars plucked from the heavens themselves, the shattered innocence in her cries-
It pierced my soul if I ever had one, like nothing ever had. Her fragility, her pain, her very essence beckoned to me. Igniting a fierce determination within my very being. I would do anything to protect her, to mend what had been broken.