The Hunted

This is Wrong

My fingers have been scratched up and rubbed raw from constantly digging up rocks. The air is thick, and the silence couldn't be cut with a knife to save it. Rika, Philia, and me are putting rocks as a makeshift gravesite for Natalli but I don't feel like I've done enough for her. Did she have family like me? I didn't even know where she was from, let alone informing the cops that a girl whose literal initials spell NPC....

She left too early and for what? A god? One that said that it couldn't be bothered to have sympathy for the mortals that had no choice. Is that what I am supposed to fight for? The most common and popular god, the one with many names as well, is able to sympathize with people who have no control over a situation because he is human. I'd understand fighting for the Moon if the Moon was at least apologetic over the fact that people are dying.

The Moon doesn't care. Fighting for the Moons cause would be wrong. This is wrong!

I'm burying a genuinely kind person with people I might lose as well. I am part god then this means I have the potential to do more than this. It also means I have to think about this with the future of men and women in mind. If there is a war that is about to be happening, then maybe I can stop it. Maybe I can find myself one step ahead of the Moon and bring justification to those who lose their minds over something they never even had a warning for.

My mind drifts back to the wolves that had followed us since the beginning of this nightmare, how they are larger than most any other wolf I had seen, or how they carried more authority in their aura than literally anyone else I had ever been around. It could be assumed that they're of a higher class amongst their kind.

...Our kind.

If there is a chance that I could convince the one in charge to change the way things are, then maybe I can change the outcome of the war altogether.

"I'm hungry. Well, starving actually, but I don't know if it's my mind telling me that I am hungry or if I truly am hungry." Rika spoke up after being silent since she had woken up. Nothing much changed with her other than the fact that I could tell she was on edge. She looks like she'd feel like a stone wall if you tried to push against her.

"I think it's time for a meal break, with the change we are going through it only makes sense to feed the side of ourselves that demands food. Before we start doing things that we will regret." I glance over to Philia. Unlike Rika, who I can see is on edge, she looks like she's about to faint.

"Right Philia?" Rika says after noticing my stare. Philia breaks from her far-off daze and glances' over at us.

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah, we should eat." Rika and I share a glance but don't speak further on her behavior.

The rocks are stacked high with different shapes and colors adorning the gravesite. At some point we stopped putting rocks on her and started finding the nicest flowers we could to decorate the burial. At the far end there's a long stick at the end that had been crafted into a cross where there's a small piece of bark that has Natalli's name carved into it.

We have been staring at our work for ages. I think everyone of us wanted to say something, but the words fall on the tip of our tongues. So instead of saying anything we tune into the side of us that want to feast and throw together a meal in her name. Rika throws together a bonfire while Philia and I go out hunting. We started looking for food in a humanly way but found that using our senses makes finding food much easier.

Philia and I go after a fox we had saw but I slow when I catch wind of a scent I hadn't smelled since Natalli had turned. Stopping I glance over to see the wolves that had followed us from the beginning, at a far-off distance. It was then I had realized they never left, but rather just out of reach that I couldn't pick them up. Or maybe they knew how to cover their tracks, and they were letting me see them now.

Whatever it is, I am staring into the eyes of the wolf that I believe I had spoken to when this whole thing started. The large man that told us that things were about to get worse. I believe he has chosen me, and I believe I can use this against the Moon.