You'd think a young she-wolf dying was enough to cause misery to an entire pack, an overnight sick game that was seen and overlooked by the goddess herself.
I stood at the entrance of the tent, staring at Nora's still body, wrapped now in cloth that did nothing to soften the reality of her death. My chest ached, heavy with something I couldn't name. Guilt. Confusion.
Fear.
blaming myself over and over again. What happened during those few hours I left her? Was murdered? Or was it just the goddess playing another sick game?
"Violet, you need to sit down", Maelra's voice cut through my thoughts.
I didn't move.
"I'm fine," I said, though my legs felt like they might give out beneath me.
"You're not," she replied, stepping closer. "You're pale, shaking, and you haven't kept food down since yesterday. Sit."
"I said I'm fine."
My voice came out sharper than I intended.
Maelra didn't flinch. She just looked at me, really looked.....and something in her expression shifted.
