Lyra's good boy

Lexi for the first time in her life felt that her life was meaningless.

She was still trying to overcome Derrick's demise and now her father was also dead. The one who taught her to walk when she was little was now lying on the ground as a corpse. The hands that held so much warmth whenever they rubbed her head now felt cold. The face that always had a confident smile was battered beyond recognition.

"Jacob!" Lexi closed her eyes when she heard her mother's desperate cry. Her heart broke into pieces seeing her mother's wailing. But most of all, she felt frustrated for not being able to do anything in this situation. 

If only she was born a male, then she could have avenged her father's death. Not only her but the entire tribe was filled with misery. They didn't know the perpetrator's identity because every single guard who was patrolling that day either lost their life or was out of their minds.