And Justice For All

The door opened and muted light filtered out onto the collapsed wolf. Her mom's voice rang out in alarm and Tamsyn tried to lift Bowen to take her into the room and the girl scrambled, fighting her mom until she could grasp the muddied fur in her arms once more. No doubt she looked mad, but this was her mother. This wretched, dirty piece of fur was her mother.

Behind her, Art's voice rang out, asking if she was okay and Bowen twisted in Tamsyn's grasp with a sudden burst of energy so that her viridian gaze could fall upon her injured sibling. A wide grin spread Bowen's maw and the action reopened her split lip. Blood began to trickle down her chin once more, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she won. Her voice was raspy from having been choked so harshly, but there was joy in the young fae's tones. "I did it, Art. I beat him and I brought our mother home." The muck encrusted fur bounced in her grasp and she fought to roll it up to make the sight less macabre for those in the room.

The adrenaline of the moment began to wane and Bowen's teeth began to chatter anew. She welcome the furs that were brought to her, but she refused to give up the only fur that mattered. The fae's eyes were wide, glassy, unblinking. She was close to being in some sort of manic shock. "You should have seen him, Art!" A giggle pulled free as she squeezed her dead mother against her chest. "He was livid. Absolutely livid!"

"Bowen"