➶aʟʟ ɨ աaռtɛɖ➷[ON HOLD]

| ʟɨʋɛ tօ ʄɨɢɦt aɢaɨռ|

It was my old house. A tiny, warm little cabin nestled in the woods near our other pack members homes. I remember the weed flowers that grew by the house and the chickens and cows calling, but it was now silent.
I know I was dreaming. I had to be because I had not been back to the spot where my family was murdered. It felt so real though.
I numbly walked passed the dead grass and flowers and placed my hand on the cold wooden door that was slightly ajar. A heavy mist looped around the cabins and hid the sun creating a dreary and dreadful feeling that made me want to run. Yet, I didn't run and instead pushed open the door slowly.
It's hinges groaned and a faint light slowly filled up the room. I swallowed nervously and stepped inside the dim room. It smelled of irony blood and death. It took a few seconds for my eyes to scan the place to find the source of the decay.
My parents bodies lay on the ground in bloody heaps of slashed clothing and jagged torn flesh. I choked out a cry and stumbled back out of the cabin and fell to my knees.
Tears burned down my cheeks and I lifted my head slowly to see the pale, nearly unrecognizable faces of my pack members ranging from crawling age to the elders standing just a few feet away. I stood and looked at them unsure of what I was supposed to do. Their lifeless eyes bore into me and they stood silent and still, watching. "Avenge us," they slowly chanted and then their chanting grew louder then more frantic as they kept repeating those two words. Then they fell silent.
A cold breath tickled my neck and I whipped around to see my father's bloody face inches from my own. "He's coming," he says with his voice holding no emotion.
"Who?" I ask the entity breathlessly. "He's been waiting, waiting to take you," he said. "Don't let him take you. Avenge us," he looked beyond me but then quickly brought his eyes to meet mine. "He killed off the others, you are the last of us. Avenge us," he said and I saw what remained of my father in the entity's eyes. The lifeless pack members began to chant the words again and Papa gave me a shove that sent me falling down to the ground.
Instead of hitting the ground I continued to fall.
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➶ҡɛɨʀa➷

I sat up with a start and clutched my head from the sudden blood rushing from my head. "Hey," Tzipora's voice soothed,"take it easy and lie down. She gently pushed my shoulders back down onto the makeshift cot and I took in the cave lit by the sunlight streaming in through the opening.
"Finally, " Isaiah sighed and he and Maliki stood above me,"you're awake." I pushed my hair from my face and looked up at them with bleary eyes.
"How long have I been out?" I croaked out. "Five days now," Tzipora answered,"we layed you in the creek to cool you off and it seemed to work. We were just waiting for you to wake up."
I let my heavy eyes drift closed again and found myself slipping into another deep sleep. I would need my strength for what I would have to do tomorrow. That dream showed how many people I had lost and I would be damned if I just let Jericho go without a fight. Tomorrow I would do it. Tomorrow I would tell him that I love him. Then, I will prepare myself for the fight he will bring.

A/N: SHORT, I KNOW, BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONGER. I JUST NEEDED A LITTLE FILLER. UNTIL NEXT TIME.
~thedarkling