Run Off the World

She hurt all over, every step and every breath was painful as she followed after Ulric, deeper and deeper south to the Hallows. Exhaustion lingered in her eyes and her limbs long before the approached the border and she had said little to the man during their trip. There were only a few wolves that were worthy of her thoughts now, and she hated thinking about the young wolves she was leaving behind in Habari. Her two almost yearlings and Veigar. The one light in her life. Nothing but darkness lay ahead now and that fact overwhelmed her and further restricted and broke down her spirit.

Ulric told her she would not be a slave here but she didn’t react to the news, slave to Sirius, warm body placed in a foreign pack, there wasn’t really any difference to Deathbelle. He’d expect her to help the healers of the pack and she just nodded slightly so show that she had heard his wishes, and they would be met out. She tried to memorize the names he said because they would be most pertinent.

She stood, waiting for her next order, or maybe he wouldn’t call it that since he didn’t consider her a slave. Either way Deathbelle was silent and still as the next wolf was called. Her face was vaguely familiar, after so much had happened over the last few years she very nearly didn’t recognize her at all. Tamsyn, a wolf that made up the very young Ashen Armada. She obviously recognized her far better than the other way around.

Deathbelle lifted her gaze only slightly, Tamsyn questioned her but really what hadn’t happened? This was far too similar to the first time they met when Belle had been mourning Archon. Had there been any tears left to cry they would have spilled over her cheeks in that moment, as it was she quietly averted her gaze without answer.