Ashleigh’s eyes widened. She wanted to get up, but Bell was quick, already holding the needle in place. She smiled before beginning the first stitch and story.
“The war took a lot of lives,” she began, “entire packs were destroyed. The balance of our territories was completely shaken. Enemies we thought extinct reappeared and shattered everything we knew about ourselves and each other.”
Ashleigh took a deep breath and closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do but sit and listen to whatever Bell wanted her to.
“But from this war, we learned about our weaknesses. About the enemies that already lived among us. Those who planned and plotted the downfall of all the others. Those who committed atrocities right below our noses.
“The territories were seeped in blood and pain. A rot grew from the earth itself and spread among the wolves. Transforming them into vile creatures, killing and torturing everyone they encountered.”
