realize

Why?

Why did they have to do this?

We didn't do anything to them. We had nothing on them.

We never made enemies. So why?

How could they?

We didn't deserve this.., did we?

So many questions were running in my head as I saw them shouting out of joy. All I could see was hatred. They're happy because they killed?

I almost went to them but I saw the tree where I last saw my father, where I placed him when I tried to help my mother. It was empty.

Relief and guilt washed over me at the same time. I was glad that they got out but guilty that I didn't get to help them. And nervous too I guess, not knowing where they are.

"We'll be the strongest after all. Now that they're dead." The man's knife pointing to all the bodies laying.

"Did anybody get to kill or capture the Alpha or Luna?!" Another man shouted.

Silence.

They looked around. "No one killed them? Or even caught them?" The man said with anger. "I wanted to kill them." He muttered but everyone, including me, heard it.

"I saw Ron stab Alpha Collison, Alpha." A woman in her thirties reported.

"He's not an alpha anymore Cynthia. With no pack to handle."

He smirked.

"Was the attack fatal?" He asked.

Silence.

"Did you see him die?"

Silence.

"Anyone saw him dead?! How about the Luna?"

Again, silence.

He cursed, so loud.

"What the hell were you doing, huh?" He pushed a guy.

"All of you, what were you doing! Sitting around killing people but not the target!"

I liked how angry he was. Like it wasn't victorious after all. They couldn't kill their target. My father and mother.

My Alpha and Luna.

"Look for more people alive. Kill them." Their alpha commanded

"Spread the word. A new king has taken the throne."

I ran, away from them. So far away. They wouldn't smell me, with the smoke lingering in the air, it would confuse them.

Running more and more until I reached our border of territory. I've never been out of my territory.

It was scary because territories are something that makes you safe and when you're in someone else's, well, you're typically putting yourself in danger.

I stepped over the broken border and tried to walk quietly. I wanted to rest. Everything that happened was just so much that it happened in less than two hours ago.

I found a tree near a river that wasn't so loud and drank water from the river. Splashing my face with water a couple of times too.

I leaned against the tree and breathed heavily. Closing my eyes, I tried to calm myself but I couldn't.

The tears were unstoppable. And so were the images that flashed in my head. All of them, my friends, my relatives, my blood. They were all dead.

I wanted to find my mother and father but my legs were so tired that I couldn't feel them. They were so numb from the pain.

I cried and cried more until I slept.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"Don't you smell that? It smells like someone's here."

"Yeah. Wait, what if its a rogue? You know those? What if it hurts us?"

"Then we kill it."

I snapped my eyes open when I heard conversations not far from me. I stealthily got up and climbed the tree I was leaning on.

Once I was in top, I saw two werewolves in human form and they were sniffing in the air and once they looked up, they saw me.

Messed up hair, dried tears scattered on my face, dirt and blood on my clothes.

They were scared when they saw blood on me. But I didn't want to scare them so I jumped down carefully and put my hands in the air.

They had no weapons in their hands but I sensed some, hidden.

"Please, I need your help. My pack got ambushed and most of us are dead." I tried to explain as to why I looked like this.

"She looks like she's lying. You know those, those who use sympathy to deceive people." The man said.

"Yeah, right. How do we know you're not lying?" The other man asked.

"I'm eleven years old. Do you really think I would kill? Do you think I can even kill?" I tried to reason.

They wouldn't believe me. Because they were drunk.

And they decided to kill me.

The look of murderous eyes with sympathy.

"I know you're a child but there are a lot of rogues here. And we found you, here. And all that blood just doesn't make sense." He said trying to make a stable position.

They pulled their knife and slowly made their way to me.

I knew I was in a lot of trouble.

Hiding, running, avoiding. Doing everything I can to lose them but they just won't let go of my tail. At one point, the man was tired and tried to throw the knife to me and it hit my back.

Because of that pain, I stopped. I felt the knife touch my spine every time I move. When I tried to reach for it, it hurt so bad. I grunted when I got hold of it and removed it off of my back.

"I told you, I need your help." With tears in my eyes, I held the bloody knife in my hands.

It hurt so much. I wanted to just get out of here.

Why? I didn't do anything to them. I didn't want to make them my enemies.

Yet they consider me a threat.

Why do they have to make it harder for me? I knew I deserve none of this.

Anger evident on my eyes. I was tired from running and the pain in my back was making it worse.

I lunged towards them and we fought.

Two versus one.

I stabbed the man on the neck and he held the part where he was bleeding and the other man tried to stab me but I avoided it and kicked the knife in his hands into the air and grabbed it.

With two of their weapons with me, I felt more urge to kill them and so I did.

I stabbed the other man in the heart and when I saw he was still breathing, I stabbed him again and again and again.

My face was splattered with blood and only until I realized what I had done when my jeans were soaked in blood.

I dropped the knifes in my hands and looked at them and shook my head.

I killed them.

I shook my head and went away from them and ran.

My first kill.

I cried so much that I couldn't feel the pain in my back, the wounds on my bare feet that were covered in dirt and splinters of the twigs. Some of them were so big that they went inside my foot, puncturing it.

But I couldn't feel them. They treated me like a monster. And I realized that I became a monster.