An embrace was all she could handle. A large burden had been taken off her chest. Someone in the world knew what had been done to her and she had received understanding and comfort when she had needed it. It was such a hideous pity that this creature had been her enemy, her wolf sister of the pack that her clan wished to destroy. There were no options to pick from, not for her. Halo had seen enough disloyal creatures to know that she never would sink to such a level and despite the ball of hurt growing within her chest now a second time, there was nothing that could be done. She rested her face against soft ivory and longed for her white coated mother with the sad, silver eyes. She would never get to be a part of her mother’s world. She inhaled her lovely sister’s scent a last time before she lifted her face and loosened her hold of the other, softly cancelling the embrace.
”Thank you, sister,” the girl mumbled gratefully as she took a few steps back to look at the wolf a last time before her arm rose and a loud bang shattered the tranquility of the forest around them. She watched the woman fall to the ground, watched red pour out and ruin the fine black and white scenery with its intense colour. She would not go looking for her bastard big brother today. Right now she was sick of violence and death. Her sister was dead and she was the one that had raised the gun and fired a bullet into the woman’s head. There was no going back now. The hybrid girl turned and wandered back the same way she had come, thinking of the family member she just had killed in cold blood. The world was fucked and Halo was just as fucked up as everyone else. Perhaps even a bit more than most other people. It was depressing to know this.