I was finally at some sort of peace in regards to my mother. I had stumbled upon the body of the dark woman who had taken her life. She was lifeless in a cave, and I got to see it with my own eyes. No, I didn't get to suck the life out of her with my own jaws like I would have wanted. I didn't get to squeeze her neck until I saw the life drain from her eyes...but beggers cannot be choosers I suppose. I have to take what I can get in this world. Point is, she is dead. I wish she had died a lot younger, and as painfully as possible, but nothing that I can do about it now. I had left the cave and headed towards the woodlands for a run. To clear my mind.


Much of my life was dedicated towards finding my mother's killer. I still hold a hatred inside of me for what was taken away. I do not know what happened to most of my family at this point...my brother was an idiot, but I still wonder what has happened to him over the years. I wanted to tell him...but I have not caught his scent in ages. I sigh as my grey paws begin to carry me into a swift jog. There was still so much to do. There were so many unjust happenings that I swore to avenge, but how? Kyomi's rapist's path had gone cold. I can't take revenge on an illness. Now, Dany had informed me and explained about another killing. It was something, and I was going to look into it the best I could.


I slow my pace as a figure comes into view of my path. Magnus. I should have known. He is basically my shadow. After Fjall, he certainly put up a fight, but he has been figuring it out since. He probably does not know the new yet though- and probably does not know that I am tasked with finding Grayson's killer. I come up beside him, a slight pant to me as I plop down next to him.

"She is dead," I say bluntly, and he should know who I am talking about. "I didn't get to do it, but someone or something took her life. She was dead as dead can be," I say with my blue eyes sticking forward into the forest before us. I didn't really want to talk about it that much though. It was a relief, but what would talking about it now do?

"If you ever see my stupid brother let him know," I say as I look down at my paws, scraping the dirt real quick. "I have more that I have to do... there have been other deaths, killings odd, that are unsolved," I say, my visage lifting up to him. There were scars there from when he lost his imprint and went mad, but I think it goes well with the brindling on my face.