Zara
Pain is something we rogues have known most of our lives. From the harsh training we got to the harsh weather in the forest. Most times, we had thorns logged into our skin to have a feel of the pain. Since it was not silver, flesh would grow over it leaving us in pain. We had to go around for three days with the torn so that we understand that pain was something we should embrace and not run from.
That had prepared me fully for this moment probably.
My foster father who had trained me said the pain of the torn was nothing close to that of silver. I should have known instantly that Alpha Tank had lodged silver into my sides from the onset when I felt it. But I needed to keep my head in the battle ahead. I needed him down so that I could focus on what really mattered.
Eventually, I
