Viviana's p.o.v
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I casted a glance over my shoulder.
The rain hardened, whines broke out. I took in a ragged breath.
"They killed half of our pack! Are you guys with me?" I started.
My whole pack.. my brother.. scarred or dead.
I watched the cluster of small, so young, and pure Archeon's.
The rain clattered on, the taste of.. of that salty blood still on my tounge.
I swallowed, the thunder cracking and lighting exploding.
Whimpers and howls echoed.
I watched as the sky was in war. War.
What I had just witnessed.
A war that was over nonsense.
A war the Archeon pack had lost themselves to.
A war Feather will forever earn his new name for.
A war that will be never forgiven.
A war of which Viviana will be now know as Hollow eye.
A echo of a mistake.
A message to anyone.
To think.
Think.
Always think.
As they traveled, four of them had died. Only Maerin, Saffron, and Hollow eye , lived to seek out revenge.
Become the three most feared wolves in the valley.
And its about to not get pretty.
