Everything seemed to fall apart.
As soon the plague ended, the aftermath of it was shown straight away. The air was filled with the stench of rotten meat, corpses of animals that died from poisoning were spread out around their packs ground. Her steps were slow and not as silent as they used to be, her body was too tired to be able to allow her to keep herself unnoticed. Right now she didn’t bother to even try to keep her steps hidden. The once silver scythe was wandering aimlessly around Vektren, investigating the few food resources they had left.
Mistress has left Vektren for some secret business. Shiru was certain that she wasn’t the only one who was surprised by mistress announcement; even if Vektrenis were good at hiding their feelings and keeping their emotions away whenever they felt like it, she could feel the tension and surprise in the air. It didn’t seem as if anyone of her packmates, even the Black council or her mate were aware of H