I remembered the promise she made me three days prior.
The very same promise that she made to the girl with silly pig tails on the day of her initiation to the creed several years ago and I found myself reeling as soon as the message seeped deep into my bones.
She's gone.
I am no longer that silly little girl who begged to name a hellish blade but I could feel her thrashing in the back of my mind, asking for her sister, but I forced the helpless child to back down, throwing a tantrum wouldn't make a difference anyway, not with this kind of people- the ones without a sliver of conscience left. What's worst though, was that this band of mercenaries was my family.
"How?" I asked when I had already schooled a passive expression so as not to let any emotion show
"She didn't follow the command...bad things are bound to happen if you disregard your superiors." The big red headed guy beside my father muttered as Juno helped tending his wounds
"She had a reason." I gritted out
"How'd you know, kid?"
"She's my sister, I know how her mind works." I snapped
"Really? Then you shouldn't hate us because she did that to herself." He laughed before making a slashing motion in his big neck
"Had to give it to her though, she knew how to wield a dagger like a pro." My heart constricted at his words. That couldn't be the truth.
"Dad..." I looked at him for confirmation but instead of answering he reached for something in his left boot.
It was crystal.
My sister's blade.
Where the words death rather than dishonor was engraved
"She was bitten."
YOU ARE READING
Wild Heart
Hombres LoboKali, a hunter's daughter had always dreamed of skinning a werewolf to avenge her sister's death but what happens when the plan backfires and she was caught as hostage instead?
