The next flew moons sped by like seconds for Minka, her father got worse with his ambition. Wolves were now seperated into 'Kill-Wolves'and 'Regular Wolves.'
Kill-wolves were stronger and more bloodthirsty, they were Vengeance's trusted wolf's. His attitude towards Minka just got worse as she tried to contain her powers, whenever she got sad or mad something would light on fire or just disappear.
One night she was tired of her father's cruel ways and her powers getting her in trouble, she left. She made her way to the moonstone and laid by the cold glowing stone, she woke up on a clear moor. No camp, no wolves, no prey. Just a black she-wolf infront of her.
"My daughter.." She whispered, a shiver ran down Minka's spine. "M-mother?" She muttered. "You know your destiny, and when the time comes you must strike accordingly." The black wolf spoke, her voice cold as ice. "Wait! Who must I strike?" She called out, but her mother was gone.
Minka ran away, tears welling in her eyes, confused. "Be strong, dont let them see you cry." She sniffled.
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Minka's Wraith
FantasyWarning this story contains graphic things including death, g0re and Cannabilsm. If you cannot handle these topics then I suggest you click away before it's to late. Minka's Wraith, A small pup holds the Faith of the whole world in her paws. She do...
