At the End of the World

*Gavroche* · 05-21-2023, 02:03 PM

The feeling of foreboding he had… Gavroche hated it. The scent of blood and gore in the air grew stronger by the minute, and the winged male’s fur stood on end. He tried to pad lightly, but perhaps fear made it so his steps were heavier than he thought. His ears lowered, eyes widened as he scanned the area… and then he saw it. The head of a she wolf, stained red with her own blood. A horrified gasp left his lips and Gav recoiled as though he’d been struck. What beast would do such a thing? His heart fluttered in his chest, the rapid beating increasing tenfold as he realized he needed to leave, to run, to get to Bellamy and the pack to warn them. But no sooner had he turned on his paws did Gavroche come face to face with the woman’s killer.

A nightmarish male stood before him, as tall as his beloved Bellamy herself, perhaps taller… Gavroche instinctively stepped back, away from him. Blood and gore covered his front… had he… had he been eating the woman? The way he looked made it seem so, and it made Gavroche’s stomach flip. Thank goodness he hadn’t eaten anything before he left, otherwise he might not have been able to hold it down. His ears pressed flat against his skull as realization washed over him. He was small and fast… but there was no way he’d be able to outrun this man, was there?

He wouldn’t be going home… not to Bells… not to their children… Gavroche swallowed hard. He’d walked into the home of a killer… one close to home. Gavroche steeled his courage. If this was how he was going down it would not be running like prey. He dug his claws into the soil and tossed his head back and howled with all his might for the pack. He just prayed that someone was close enough to hear him, to come bring such a dangerous man to justice. If this was the last thing he would be able to do for his family, then so be it!

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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At the End of the World

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