Alana's POV
I woke up in a comfy bed, not feeling as bad as before, but still a little sore and tired.
"Here, you look like you haven't eaten in days," a warm, concerned voice told me. I turned and found my brother Aran next to me, offering me a cup with what smelled like soup.
"Aran? How...?"
"Found you just at the limits of the city," he looked like he had been crying. "I can't believe you are alive, when I got news from what had happened in our village... I thought I had lost all of you. What about dad and mom?"
"Everyone else is dead," I said, my voice breaking at killing the hope he could have. "As far as I know, I'm the only one who survived."
"But maybe..."
"I saw them kill mom," I confessed, "and I heard them say dad was also dead."
"You heard them? Who? The beasts?
