The trees are a blur as I run through the woods. The colors blend together. There's no sound but of my heavy breathing and the stomping of my feet on the forest floor. The moon shines, illuminating the forest in a ghostly glow. The trees looks to be reaching out to grab me.
But that's not what I'm running from.
Henry.
He's finally going to kill me.
In a way a way, I want him to, I have nothing now. My Matthew, my son, siblings, parents, and the pack are all died because of him.
He made me watch. Their screams rings in my ears. The pools of blood. The mangle of limbs and body parts.
My poor baby was decapitated, my love hatchet to death, my parents sown together, my little brother filled with knifes of all sizes, my little sister's organs ripped from her body.
Now he wants me. After all these years, he wants to finally end me. In a way I'm glad. I don't have to live in fear, pretending that everything's alright. I can be with the ones I love again.
I trip over a tree root. Falling face first to the forest floor. I hear his footsteps. Looking behind me, I see Henry covered in blood with the hatchet he used to kill Matthew and my son with.
