The Silvermoon Hunt Pack and our ways

Dreaming

I woke around midnight to stare at the moon. The sky was the colour of obsidian, and the few stars that were out shone like pearls. The meadows were deep green, the moon casting shadows in a purple-ish glow. These sights made my tensed up shoulders relaxed, after the odd dream i just woke up from. The willow thicket where my first post-transformation meeting with my Dad happened, was burned down to the roots. I was left standing there, being forced to watch as my second home was diminishing. I couldn't look away, and I heard my father screaming. He was pleading for me to save him. But I couldn't. All I could do was stare. That is when I came out to find reassurance in Nature. I howled, trying to contact any awake wolves to meet with me on the edge of the forest. Danger Zone would now be known as plan A. I would explain that we needed to save any innocent people that were caught in the middle of people mess. Mostly, this was to convince myself that my Mother's death wasn't for nothing. Because I needed to avenge her. Living as a wolf has grown on her, but I can tell that she misses being human. The wolf life was not for her.  And I needed to tell myself that the willow grove wasn't burnt to the ground, its ashes scattering in the wind. My father may not be able to save himself, but I might.  I had to keep thinking that it was just a dream. I would keep howling, until my call was answered.