A Heart Never Lies
****Ryker****
Ring out the old
The words were intricately engraved on a cracked piece of a neatly cut square wood. The detailed letters were covered with a glossy reddish-brown liquid, freshly dried blood. The smell was imperceptible as usual, but the colour indicated that it was still fresh.
The meaning behind the words was subtle just as the whiff of the metallic liquid. How was the culprit getting away with this unnoticed? I mean there had been pack members around the pack meeting grounds, yet none of them had seen anything bizarre.
'That is because it's one of us. ' My wolf pushed forward, I could feel him wiggling his tail eager to engage me in a conversation.
'What are you talking about? ' I questioned my innate wolf in my sub conscious but as a barrage of thoughts began to bombard my mind, I suddenly figured it out.