The silence in the air was deafening. It smelled despondent, gnawing at the skin of the people present there. The shining sun didn't feel warm. Instead, the time was a weird combination of eerie coldness in the mind and scorching burns in the heart.
The wind blew past Edwin, messing with his coffee-brown hair. His five o'clock stubble looked darker in the inclined rays of the Sun. Ruth stood beside him, numb and hurt. She thought of touching him, seeking some ounce of comfort, but the moment she glanced up at him, she realised that all he could offer at that time was grief... and nothing else.
So she remained unmoving. Watching the happenings before her eyes. Around them stood those people, who fought with all their might, placing their lives at stake not only to defend their pack but also the next generation of their breed.
Against? That same next generation of their breed!
