Skulduggery Pleasant: Death's Dawn

"I grabbed the axe off of one of them, snapping it with a sharp crack, twisting around and driving it into the skull of another. These guys were easy to kill, but we were being overwhelmed. I was almost at Tihana's side again, when I felt the rock hit my head.

"Oh bollocks." Blood trickled down the side of my face, and then I passed out."


24. Chapter 23

Shadow Wolf - ???

She stood on the rock, looking out on the forest. She was so young, so small, so vulnerable. Tihana had watched as her own family died, as her had pack perished. The one thing humans and sorcerers alike did not know. The packs of old, werewolves who embraced their gift, who worked as a team, hunting for their own survival. Her own had been the last- and now, overcome by the dead. Overcome by vampires and zombies. Overcome by the vile things humans could become. Her mother had told her to flee, as the entire pack- all but her, the youngest, still considered a pup -went to war.

Now the ground was littered with their bodies. The young girl shut her eyes, turning around and scampering away, down the hill and back into the forest. How could she survive? The last of her pack was dead, murdered by the undead. She pushed through forest, thicket and fields, arms and legs being scratched, cut and bruised. There had to be some other one of her kind. There had to be some way of finding them. She did not know anything about humans- save the little her family had told her, and that did not seem promising. Tihana had been told of their wars, of the even greater one against a powerful sorcerer. She didn't like the sound of fighting. She didn't like the sound of humans. In her mind, humans were bad. In her mind, humans killed, murdered, anything for power. And yet still the wolf stumbled onward.


She came across a house- the smell of her own kind was all around. Tihana investigated, growing all the more curious as she ventured inside the building. She didn't know doors were meant to be locked. She didn't know other werewolves strayed away from humans. "Hello?" Her voice was small, quiet. A mere echo in the old house. She got only one answer. The calling of the wind, the swaying of the trees. She tried again, her voice slightly louder. "Hello?" Then silence. She started toward the stairs, a dark smell growing stronger. She couldn't quite place it to being with, unsure of what it could be. Then it hit her, and she ran from the house. Death surrounded it and its owner, who had died days ago, slipping away peacefully in their sleep. She still continued onward, searching for one single spark of hope.

As night closed in on her, her true form replaced the small humanoid that had walked during the day. Tihana gave a long, mournful howl, black muzzle raised, howling her song to the moon, to apparently deaf ears.

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