Mommy...Daddy!

Sous pushed passed the man causing the blueberry pie to fall on the ground, all of Kara's hard work gone in vain. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her eyes made their way to the branches of the trees, wishing she was skilled enough to branch hop, a skill Kenan had learned. A skill the werewolf that came after her also knew how to do. It was gaining on her quickly and the echo of the man's laugh carried itself to her ears, making her more frantic. 

The werewolf jumped in front of her, stopping her in her path. It raised its claws and Sous placed her arms up to protect herself. A horrible mistake; the werewolf slashed her arm, cutting it completely off. It landed on the ground.

Seeing her arm on the ground didn't sink in at first but as the blood pour from her mutilated arm, soon the pain began to make itself known. She grabbed what was left of her arm and screamed such a blood gnarling scream, both the werewolf and Deacon found themselves balling with laughter. 

Sous stepped over her arm that laid on the ground and continue to run, leaving a trail of blood behind her. Not knowing where to go, the only thing she thought of was to go back to her shack. Her home where the felt the safest, as safe as she could be. 

"Mommy!" She screamed running into her home and slamming the door behind her. The werewolf burst through the door, breaking it and pulling it off its hinges. She flew back against the wall. Her vision going blurry because of the loss of blood. "Daddy…," she whispered. She held on tight to the knub of her arm, feeling the blood soak through her fingers, landing on the floor. 

The werewolf stepped to her, taking its time. Laughing and drooling as it raised its hand once more-

"Ignis!" 

The spell hit the werewolf, lighting it up in a ball of flames. The werewolf howled and ran out of the shack, falling down the stairs to the porch. Landing in the grass trying to roll around but the flames were infinite, a spell. It burned its body as it reached for help to Deacon who could only stare at what was happening before him. 

"Gladius!"

Gerack! Was the sound Deacon made as a sharp object, a sword pierced through his throat. He fell to his knees; the sword being pulled out of his neck and artery, the blood pouring from his wound onto the grass. With his eyes wide, he did his best to turn to see who did the assault. "Che, che…" He struggled to talk, slowly going into the darkness. "Che…uh…Mon-" Not able to fully say the word, the blade of the sword decapitated his head. It flew off, landing to the side, and slowly slightly before coming to a stop. 

Sous laid on the ground of her shack, her eyes barely able to remain open. She was able to see the boots of a person walking toward her. There was not an ounce of strength in her body. She hated being so weak! The person came to her and knelt down. She saw her arm that was cut off in the person's hand and they placed the arm to the section in which it was cut off. 

"Aqua sanare." 

Sous watched her arm connect to the stub. She saw the connecting of the bone, the connecting of the fat, the muscle, the blood vessels-it was disgusting to witness. 

"Drink, child." 

The woman made her hands into a makeshift cup, water within it. Sous placed her lips on the edge of the woman's palms and drank. She was no longer nauseated and the darkness she was falling into was no longer present. Tears were forming at the corner of Sous' eyes but before they could fall, the woman was sobbing. Her hands to her face and her own tears were falling. Sous patted the woman on the head; after all, she had killed two people. The woman wiped her hands away and looked at Sous. 

Sous' pupils began to shake. "Omegress!" 

Monica wiped her eyes. She moved to sit close to Sous, her back resting against the wall as they sat side by side. 

"You're a witch?"

Monica nodded her head, bringing her knees to her chin like she were a child. "My father is the wolf and my mother is the witch." Sous understood the present tense of the sentence; her parents were still alive. Sous brought her knees to her chin now that her arm was feeling better. Her ears were opened for Monica; her and Sous seemed similar. "I didn't go to the magic academy around here. I went to the one on the border of Nadia. My father was afraid someone would see me if I went to the one here." 

"You married the Alpha."

"I spent most of my time away from the pack. I was in Nadia or I was in the province of Chusan south of Canas. I didn't come back to the pack until I was around eighteen. I was completely ignorant to the history of this pack; the history of Apex. By the time I began to learn, I was happily married with two kids." 

"You love the Alpha?"

"Of course, I do, Sous. Of course." She said with the tears still streaming down her cheeks. The two of them were quiet for a moment until Monica stood up and held her hand out to Sous. "We need to get you out of here."

"I can go to the humans in Red Woods-"

"No, two wolves were appointed onto the council. My Alpha knew what she was doing when she had them run." She took a big sigh. "Have you ever been out of the country?"

"I can't leave! I'm waiting for the admittance office and my mother is still missing. And I want to talk to my dad's spirit. I have all of his bones and I know the witch that I need to see." 

Monica looked at Sous, trying her best to take it all in what this little girl was saying. After she spoke, she closed her eyes and gave a small smile.

"I'm sorry your sons aren't able to learn magic." 

It was true; Monica had intercepted the admission officers when they came to her door step, inquiring about Abel and Derrick entering into the school. She had turned them away, something she would have to do with Kara as well. 

"Sous…I have a sister and a brother who both live in Nadia. They live in a nice province in a small village just outside of one of the most well known ivy magic schools."

"Tsk," Sous scarfed. "Nadia has thirty magical schools and only one is number one. The Hacate's School of Witchcraft and Magic. My father went there!"

"He did?"

"Hmm hmm," she said, her smile wide. 

Monica looked at Sous. If it was true her father went to Hacate's, that would have meant he was no weakling. Werewolves would have been an easy feat, kindergarten, if they went up against someone who had that magical education. In fact…that went for all the other parents as well. Unless they were completely uneducated or ignorant to spell casting, there was no reason for them to be killed by wolves. Monica would think about that later because that…that…did none of the wolves even consider why they were able to take out magaes so easily? 

Sous took Monica to the location of the field. Monica sat their bodies on fire and together they watched them burn. She watched all of her friends burn, even Kenan. Their ashes rising up and completely dispersing, allowing their spirits to rise and go beyond. 

Over by the trees was the blueberry pie, now being eaten by the insects of the evening. 

"The man said Kara made this for me." She told Monica as the woman stepped to her side. 

"Kara?"

"Alright," Sous said. "I'm ready." Sous had all the things she needed to leave; the only thing she was worried about was her mother. She would find another way. Monica took a hold of Sous' hand and pulled out her wand. She pointed it to the air. It was time to leave.