The Black Wolf and the Crimson Rogue

I thought about those startling golden eyes from my childhood dreams. I thought about the black curls that hung over them.

I felt the single tear I shed begin to freeze on my cheek as it slid down my cheek. As I laid there in the forest, nearly all my ribs broken, unable to shift, I looked up at the full moon and thought "Why me? What did I do that was so wrong?"

Of course the Goddess didn't answer, her light only blinded me.

But I laughed at the irony of it all. I ran from a forced mating that was against the will of the Goddess only to be punish for doing so. My chest seized up mid laugh and I began to spit blood.

I was so cold, I felt it in my bones, in every rattling breath I took, and in the cold forest ground, the moisture seeping into my blood soaked skin.

I felt everything begin to go numb, and it was peaceful as I stared up at the Goddess for the last time. My eyes began to close of their own accord and all sound became murky.

The last thing I heard was a feral snarl, "By the Goddess, what have they done to you."