This is what I have become and as much as I despised it at first, it had to be accepted. The routine nightmares haunt me more each time my form is laid down in deep rest. The plans of the deaths to come and the future attacks corrupt me like the acids in the stomach of the hungriest of the coyotes. In this foul pit of hell and through the three headed dog I go, deeper and deeper into the abyss of darkness. But there is still light. The one I use from the thunder to guide my way through this maze. There is still warmth within me and as impossible as it may seem, the murder of the warrior had made it stronger.

His cry. The last moments of his life reduced to a mere second before my jaws cut through his soul. What other choice there was? Let them kill me? No. Not before I rip apart the shadow wolf. That fox! And vague. If he believed in me and just accepted a place in the pack. I was giving him a chance, I admired his strength and his loyalty. But he chose rebellion and so I freed him. That was the great mistake.

My pack left me. They were all that was left and now we are separated by miles and miles of lands, rocks, rivers. It was a trap wasn’t it. They allowed me to enter these lands just to disappear. My deep voice sounds within the small forest and in moment. As cold as the season itself a familiar feminine voice emerges. My head raises and when my eyes find her own I am surprised.

- Myself… - I replied, just as cold - Queen…

I did not want to offend or do anything at all. I simply stated. A reminder, perhaps... Of a time we met.

- Why so much hate?

I asked her, curious for what she would answer. Would she be angrier? Perhaps. Then if she attacked it would be my turn to strike. I wanted to know if she knew about her warrior. One of her wolves is fallen because of me and many others are to meet the same fate. For now, their only mistake is not to fear me.