I was free. After five years I was truly free from the chains of the Wolf Republic. I was safe. Holding Apollo's hand and watching the helicopter eat up the miles of forest, backroads, and ravines. Over abandoned towns, laid to waste by the war. Over railroads obliterated beyond recognition, lines of melted, singed, and rusted rails stretching for as far as the eye can see.
Soon, the land changed. Growing wild with the untamed forests north of the old human capital. Woods left unchecked by the werewolves, slowly growing over small abandoned towns. Choking once well traveled roads, hiding away all signs of life around the mountain range before us. The Blue Ridge Mountains. Even high above the ground, I can smell the scents of wild grass, pine, and birch trees wafting up from the earth. The scent of my home. The land of my birth and of my people.
The pilot takes us lower, slowly descending towards a less denser portion of forest growing along the mountain sides. An area no larger than half a football field, where far below others lay in wait for our arrival. It is gruelingly slow to my liking, our descent bringing me closer to arms that once held me with such fierce love. My hair flutters all around me, the helicopter engine thrumming in time with my beating heart. Eyes watching the grass and tree limbs bend in twist in the wake of the air turned up by the helicopter's blades.
It flutters the gathered groups clothes, tactical camouflaged combat gear, faces covered in green, black, and tan paint. Armed with old rifles, knives, and belts of bullets. Men and women, all weary eyed, bandaged, and ready to shoot at a moment's notice, all of various ages, races, and experience. All taking their ques from their leader glancing up at me with unflinching eyes.
The moment the helicopter lands, the blades still whirring, the people standing stalk still, I unbuckle and lunge out of my transport. My mind does not care about the weopnas training on me. Not the shouts to stop. Not my brother warning me to wait. I don't care. I have waited long enough to be in the arms of my mother. Their leader clad all in black, long brown hair steadily turning gray at the roots. Her arms wrapping themselves around my frail body ceases all voices. Stops all time.
I breath her in. Her wild, untamed scent of heather, mint, and river water. Callused hands rough as bark, lips soft against my sweaty forehead. Voice gentle as morning mist, sweet as wild honey. "Bastet has answered our prayers," she whispers to me, pulling back to appraise me with glassy deep green eyes. "You, my daughter have returned to the Pride."
"Indeed Mother," I utter, pushing my forehead against hers, eyes never looking away for a moment. "And I have grave news for you to receive, knowledge vital to the lives of our people, and a plan to see our family avenged for the crimes committed against us."
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