Would You Hold It Against Me?

I could smell death thick in the air as my paws pushed as fast as they could go, panic coursing through every inch of my body. This couldn't be true. It couldn't. I could hear the howls of my pack members as I entered the clearing, changing my pace to a slow trot as wolves pushed their snouts into the ground as I padded by; a sign of respect to their Alpha's sister. I saw my brother standing in human form, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose and his head tilted up to the sky. I looked down at his feet, seeing the bodies of my parents.

I didn't do anything. I just stared at the bodies with a disbelieving look.

"Cana." My brother said, his voice hoarse, sounding like he was ready to break down.

I shook my head and took a step back, bowing my head to him. I didn't want to do it.

"Cana! Now!" He howled, his eyes locking with mine.

I gulped down a lump and I forced my wolf down into submission, feeling my bones crack and change into human form. I now stood with my face turned away from the sight, fresh salty tears rolling down my cheeks. My brother stepped towards me, peeling off the sweater he wore, throwing it around my shoulders. I wrapped myself in it, rubbing the soft material against my face as he engulped me in a hug.

"Why?" I cried, burrying my face into his chest.

The wolves surrounding us howled at our grief, feeling the emotions we conveyed to them. Behind the grief, our rage boiled. This war had taken the best of us, even some of the pups have been murdered relentlessly by our enemy, the rogues that worked to destroy the pact humans and wolves had together.

This war was tearing us apart.

My brother pulled away from me and he looked down at the body of my parents, fist clenching and unclenching.

"Tonight, we celebrate their life. Tomorrow, we prepare for full out war." He hissed, storming off into the distance, leaving me standing there alone.

I pursed my lips into a line and rubbed the tears off my cheek, kneeling down into the dirt to place a kiss on both of their foreheads. "Et in terra" I whispered before allowing the wolves to drag their bodies away to begin the burial ceremony.