MysticalSorcery

Bellinor's POV It's been almost one year since that tragic night. The smell of burning flesh and the screams of my pack will forever haunt me. I still remember my mate's laughter and my pup's smile; they took that from me. I close my eyes, taking in the scent of the shifting trees and falling leaves. I have traveled far, yet I feel like I am not yet closer to finding the bastard that killed the only place that I called home. “Hey, are you alright?” a soft voice echoed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I shifted on the tree branch that I found peace on, slowly turning to face the woman who spoke to me. She was a short woman with brown hair and black eyes. This young pup simply found me the night before. She was no werewolf, but she was of nature; I respected that.  “I am fine, Demetri. I was simply in deep thought; I apologize for worrying you.” I said, slowly getting down. The young elf crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side; she could see through me.  “You know, for a