"What're you doing?!" Damion growled as I walked out into the field. He started to panic. He was far from me and terrified for me. He plowed through rouge after rogue, and I watched him desperately trying to reach me. As I stood there, from the corner of my eye, I saw a rogue launch themselves at me.

I took a deep breath and then yelled, "ENOUGH!" My voice boomed across the pack grounds. The rogue that launched themselves had lost all strength in midair to attack me. As I stepped aside, the wolf fell flat onto his stomach like the others. Frozen in place and unable to move, they showed their neck in submission. I looked at Damion doing the same and frowned. He is my equal.

"It's okay. You can get up, Damion." Damion got up as though the weight on his shoulders was lifted. His head jolted around and then he quickly came to my side protectively. We looked across the pack grounds. My command had an affect on every werewolf. Rogues and pack members so close and obedient due to my command. It was a sight that was shocking to Damion and me but not as impactful as the killing moments ago. The sinking feeling still umoved in my stomach.

I left them on their stomachs with their necks vulnerably exposed. Damion followed me, nuzzling his snout onto my hind leg, while I looked down at the mother that had her head torn clean off. I remembered the misery on the child's faces as the death of their mother sunk in while I picked her up in my arms and carried her. Damion looked up at me and nodded knowingly. He sat there and watched me with his ears down on the sides of his head.

First I took each unshifted werewolf, unfortunate pack members who didn't have the chance to save themselves, and placed them in rows. Afterwards I went into the woods and looked at the numerous amounts of dead bodies. I took the guards and laid them next to the other dead pack members. I looked at Damion as his face obviously fell, realizing that the amounts of deaths were even larger than he had thought.

I shifted into my wolf form and then picked up wolves by the scruffs of their necks to the lines of bodies. I looked at the dead rogue by my feet and sorrowfully picked him up, mixing him in with the pack members. Damion stiffened, but I noticed his shoulders fell. He had no reason to fight. Once I was done, it was sun down. I shifted back naked. Damion didn't even scold me for not having the strength to put clothes on first as he walked on all fours and covered me up with his body.

For the first time in awhile I spoke, "They didn't deserve to die." I said in a whisper. But my voice echoed across for every werewolf to hear. Everyone was sullen and tired. "I saw a lot of hate today." I said. Damion rubbed his fur against me; he was too afraid I would get worked up. However I was strangely calm and upset at the same time. I laughed. I didn't know how to channel the feelings built up inside. Damion looked up me as though I was some unearthly being.

"This all could have been avoided. All of this hate. I don't get it. Why can't we get along? Why continue to spread your sorrow and hatred onto generations?" I struggled to find the right words getting frustrated. "What are we doing?" I asked.

My words seemed to sink in like arrows in the chest. Damion leaned against me. I felt a warm substance seep down my sides. I was unaware if it was Damion's or rouge blood. My heart sunk. "Go find your loved ones and go home." I said. Rogues and pack members gathered around the bodies. They searched for their loved ones, praying that one of the werewolves lying there on the ground wasn't there own.

"Let's go home." I told Damion in a soft voice. He noddded and shifted. He walked by my side back to the pack house that was filled with happy voices not too long ago. Now it was dead and all that remained was sorrow.

I went into the bathroom and Damion followed. "Let's get you cleaned up." I put the shower on, and Damion walked in. He grabbed me by the hand, ushering me into the shower. I climbed into it. I ran my fingers through his hairs as his did mine. I washed his body of the filth as he did mine. He pulled me in by the neck and kissed me softly. I kissed back as his arm snaked around my waste.

Forget. Damion's voice echoed into my mind. I can't. I pulled back and stared into his eyes. He looked back into mine with his black one's. Then don't. I looked down. How do I live with this? My eyes glossed over as I thought about the twins that I couldn't save, the mother that was beheaded in front of my eyes, and the guards that died as I ignorantly smiled. He tilted my chin back up as tears flowed down my cheeks.

I will shoulder your burdens.