The Last Spirit Wolf (Elena Norwood)

-Lucas-

I haven’t been able to rest, despite being heavily sedated. Whenever I doze off for a few minutes, it takes me back to that nightmare; a nightmare I’m still struggling to place in the real world. I can’t accept what I saw, I’m not even sure of what I saw.

When Eli, Noah and I got to the campsite by the border, they were all dead; all our brothers were dead. There must have been at least 40 of them lying on the ground, some even missing their limbs. What could possible cause such carnage?! This had been a clear attack on the camp, but all the dead were lycan! Where were the bodies of the enemies? The warriors stationed here were elite, but they managed not to kill a single enemy?

All three of us stood over their bodies for many minutes, at a loss for what to say or think. Eli was the first to speak, advising we look for clues rather than returning to the Council without any leads. We all agreed but, as we came to inspect many of our brothers’ bodies, we realized that no beast known to us could’ve caused this type of damage. Eli was first to voice his opinion,

“It was wolves,” he scowled and affirmed with absolute certainty.

“I have never met any wolf that could cause this, Eli, not against a lycan.” Noah does not share the deep-rooted hate for werewolves that Eli has.

border, kid!

a single surviving lycan? And more importantly, no smell of wolf!” Eli grimaced, he knew Noah was right, but even I found myself wanting to believe the wolves were to blame if only to make some sense of this. The alternative that this beast was something unknown, far

Noah said and we all agreed, even if it would

the main castle, with all of our brothers and sisters present and mourning. At dawn, we would’ve lit up the fire, sending our

one by one, my stomach started to churn and my eyes to sting. Picking them up grounded me to what had happened. I contained my need to

were done, Eli set it all on fire and we all bowed our heads in respect. I looked to Noah, and he had a solemn look on his face. The fire had engulfed all of them,

the dark, so the walk back was not my concern, but what we might encounter was. Noah was the first to move, heading towards the camp-site, no doubt looking for clues. Clearly it had been a surprise attack, everything was in disarray. The beds were not even

Eli put a hand on my shoulder, looking into the forest. Noah stepped in front of us. Cautiously walking towards the sound. We didn’t move, we didn’t breathe, we didn’t dare utter a sound in expectation of what could be out there. It was very close to wolf territory, but not

my nape standing up. Eli’s eyes had turned black, indicating that his lycan was also