The war is over

a soft nudge woke her completely, and she painfully twisted her neck to see a silver fae. For a second, she though it was Leucothoe, but noticed after a moment that it was her sister. She did not know the other that well, only her name. Nesaea. She nodded wearily and struggled to her feet, noticing the blood that covered the girls face. Her eyes scanned to the cut under her eye, the puncture on her neck. Slowly, gentle, she leaned forward and nosed the wound. Nothing to deep, nothing too life threatening, she noted with relief.

Pushing the sleep away, she motioned for the girl to follow. She stepped into the ocean slowly, the salt once again stinging her chest, but not as much as before. She sat, cringing every time a wave crashed into her. After a few minutes, however, the sting lessened and the waves begun to feel relaxing almost. Glancing to see if the other had followed her, an alarming thought came to Phantom.

What if Duskfire decided to retaliate? If they struck now, while the wolves of the sound were weak, it would be a hopeless cause for Ankyra. The pack balanced on the blade of a razor, and all because of a pup.