Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

She wanted to die.

There would be no life after this, not anymore. Those she considered friends, family, she now labeled as killers, murderers. Life would no longer be the same. Her relationships would no longer be the same. Leigh would no longer be the same.

Her screams fell upon deaf ears as more blurs of color flashed by and rushed to tear a bite from Aya. It was as if this would be their last meal until next spring, and everyone had to fill up on food as much as they possibly could if they didn't wish to starve.

The tiny streams of water rolled down the she-wolf's cheeks, the tears pooling at her lashline before falling down her face and dripping onto the ground.

Leigh knew they didn't know. Didn't know how and why this was so incredibly painful. She told herself that made it okay. But it wasn't. Regardless of why, it still felt like a sharp thorn piercing her heart. There was no excuse.

It was a helplessness. This feeling of complete and utter dread that consumed the trembling body. She hadn't been able to do anything back then, to save her family. And how she felt like she couldn't do anything to save Aya either. That poor girl. That beautiful soul.

Her heart was racing and thumping against her chest. There was an unexplainable feeling twisting its way through every nerve. It was sadness, fear, pain. And yet there wasn't a word to decribe what exactly it was. It was just a feeling. A dreadful feeling.

But Leigh couldn't sit and watch any longer. She wouldn't. Don't think that the she-wolf hadn't seen the second unfamiliar shadow lurking in the darkness. She saw him. She'd come for him next after she was finished with Donovan. Even if it killed her, it'd bring her nothing but joy knowing she took the stranger's life in exchange.

Launching herself forwards, she stumbled like a newborn deer towards the scene. The woman still hadn't fully remembered the names of her newer packmates, but she recognized their fur. The golden wolf with a curled tail, one similar to Donovan's, was now chewing at Aya's face. And Leigh wouldn't tolerate it.

Without hesitation she latched onto the other she-wolf's pelt, her bite not sharp enough to cut skin but still firm and strong. She tugged, hoping she could pull the wolf away from the poor girl's body. Even if she wasn't strong enough, perhaps it'd be enough of a distraction to get Sasha to leave Aya alone.

There was so much blood. It flooded her senses, the sight of pieces of torn flesh scattered around the area was sickening and an image that Leigh knew wouldn't be leaving her mind any time soon.

She couldn't hardly see now. The area was stained with crimson and the tears continued to drip down from the woman's now dull orange eyes. Although only half aware, she did manage to catch a glimpse of another stranger fleeing from the scene.

Good choice buddy. I wish I could do the same.

But Donovan was chasing after the other wolf. Or was it the wolf who brought Aya here? No that's not right, why would he be running? But who else could it be? What the-what the fuck was going on?

I have to help him, but I can't. I can't leave.

And then she got angry, her emotions running wild.

Fuck him! Look at him run! This poor girl didn't have that privilege. Fuck you stranger! You lucky piece of shit I swear if you get caught that's beyond pathetic go DIE somewhere else FUCK EVERYTHING!

Her thought's were all strung together in one long run-on sentence. They were incoherent and messy. Angry. Filled with rage. Even venegful.

Leigh kept attempting to pull Sasha away, but it didn't seem to be working. She tugged and tugged, her jaw sore and teeth grinding against one another. Until finally her grasp broke. Flying to the ground with small tufts of golden fur caught in her mouth, she collapsed with a thump.

Breathing wild and eyes searching for any life from the bloodied wolf who's only crime was having a broken paw, Leigh sobbed. There was nothing else to do. Aya's heart had been stollen by Nyra. There was no way Aya was still alive. She was gone. Not even recognizeable anymore.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, her voice choked up with tears.

"I'm sorry."