MEMORY OF THE PAST (3)

Zuri had seen Chaos getting furious and becoming very violent, but she had never seen him feeling so hurt like this. He was outright devastated to find his little companion bled to death after the torture that the wolf had to endure from the people of the village.

The little wolf had been dead for hours before Chaos could finally find her, because the wolf was not around the river or anywhere.

Once Chaos couldn't find the little wolf around the places they usually hung out at, he tried more vigorously to look for her whereabouts. It was not a great deal for him to figure this out.

Yet, the great deal was when he saw what those nasty people had done to her.

Sadness was not even a word that could describe what Zuri felt when she saw Chaos scoop the wolf's bleeding body and stood there in silence. He did not care about the blood that stained his clothes, as he hugged the wolf tightly, caressing its damp fur, which was dyed in blood.