Finally I was given some justice for all the pain and suffering in my life. All the aching of loss – MoonGlow, Alcide, even Meryl and Leonidas – was thrown into my attack. Her averted eyes had given me just the amount of time I’d needed, and my aim landed true. My teeth plunged through her fur, grasping her neck just behind the ears; but I only applied as much force as was required to then swing her to the ground like the pathetic ragdoll she was. For whatever reason, I checked my strength just enough to keep from breaking skin and taking blood. Perhaps I knew that if I tasted so much as a drop of her blood I knew the rage would never cease. And I did not want to kill her, as warped as that seemed.

My hold tightened though, the force of my jaws holding her steady on the ground despite her slight writhing in an attempt to get away from me. But it was futile. I pressed my paw into her shoulder, forcing her to stay down. This was where she belonged, and it was long past due that she learned that. My snarls boiled up my throat and throw clenched jaws, reverberating through her skin so that she might know my power and learn to respect it. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Kane’s dark figure remaining where it was, and then the movement of Isola. Her white figure came to stand above Purge, to look down upon her as I held her down. In that moment, when two Queens stood over her, finally she stopped her struggle, in some way admitting her defeat.

When Isola moved to stand beside Kane, I knew it was done. We had taken what was deserved to us. And so in that moment that she lay still beneath me, I relinquished the hold my jaws had upon her, drawing back slightly. I then lifted my paw and slashed out at her face, claws dragging across her cheek and almost in slow motion I saw then skin pucker and split, a single one of my claws having struck at just the right angle to pierce her skin. It will mark her forever, a new scar to add to all those which MoonGlow, Isola, and Kane had already given her. My lips were still pulled back menacingly, and snarls roiled threateningly through my teeth. I snapped my jaws at her then, giving her the space to rise and run.

As soon as she was on her feet I was at her heels, dogging her like a collie at sheep. She would move, she would run from me. My paws beat against the ground, never more than a wolf length behind her, snarls continuously ripping from my lips. I chased her away from Spirane, never faltering in my stride or letting her deviate from the path I had chosen for her. If she tried to go left I would put on a burst of speed and push her back to the right. I did not know or care is Isola and Kane had joined me in this. But I was determined to rid Moladion of this blight once and for all. And so I chased her and chased her, until the scents of Spirane had faded and the borders of Taviora were distant. As the scents of a hundred wolves began to grow fainter, I slowed my pace, but kept after her. I let the distance between us grow, until I knew she was still running, but that I did not need to pursue her anymore. Finally I stopped, sides heaving. I watched her for not a moment longer, turning immediately and taking up a gentle lope back towards my homelands. A land that was now free of Purge.