The Return of the Lost Wolf

Willa's Hatred

"So, is this where you've been hiding all these years?" The voice was low and threatening. Willa.

"Hello, Willa. It's good to see you again." Before I could move I was on the ground with my face in the dirt. Willa was crouching over as she whispered in my ear.

"You should never have come back. You should have died a long time ago." I heard her deep growl and metal on metal. "You know what this is?" She showed me a glistening dagger. Silver. I started to panic and squirm, but then a voice rang out from the woods.

"WILLA!" The voice was full of hate and warning. "I told you not to come looking for her."

"I'm your leader, you don't get to tell me what I can and can't do." She smashed my head into the ground as she stood up and I groaned. 

"It was your own fault for telling me you saw her. If you're so attached to her then maybe you would like to join her." She stalked towards him snarling. I could tell her moonstone was losing its charge, though, because she gagged slightly when she growled. 

This didn't even earn a pity look from Wyatt; he stood taller, glaring at her. Her back was turned to me so I quickly tried to make my escape, but that was no good. She heard me move and was back to me in an instant. 

"Where do you think you are going?" She grabbed me and slowly pressed the point of the knife into my back. It burned, the pain was unbearable and I screamed in pain. I looked at Wyatt and pleaded for him to help as the tears rolled down my face.

"Willa! Please. She is still your sister, you don't have to do this." Wyatt ripped her arm off of me and stood between us. But it was too late, my vision was swimming and I stumbled causing myself to fall. 

My head slammed against something hard and the last thing I remember is feeling the warm liquid gushing out of my skull.