Mag-log inBlood.... deep red color, metallic smell... Blood like a thick blanket covers everything, nothing to go be missed by its grasp. Bodies everywhere, one covering the other, a massacre, a war zone... No mercy, No peace, Just utter chaos... Screaming... Loud and shrill enough to rupture eardrums and shatter egos, hope and drive... War... How did we make it here? What the hell happened?
view moreThird Person POV*3 days later*The entire pack was on edge not knowing what would become of their little spitfire, Bellona. As of now, the doctors were still unsure what exactly was keeping her from waking up, all they knew was that she was stuck in a coma
Jeremy's POVAfter Bellona blacked out, again, and I was sure she was okay I decided to head to the Alphas office to report what I have found. The walk from the East-wing to the North-wing is notexceedingly long, so it only took me about 10 minutes to reach the part of the packhouse where the alphas office is found. Taking a deep breath, I knock on the two large Oak wood doors, waiting for permission to enter."Come in."
Third Person POVShe looks down at her child with a sad smile, knowing her battle has just begun."Don't worry my child. You will make it through thesechallenging times. I know you will, but you must keep your strength and believe in yourself." she whispers, a small tear rolling down her angelic face. She never wanted this for her daughter, but fate has chosen her path. Giving her the road that will either give her the li