Elian
Melvin was about to be slaughtered. I swallowed hard the saliva that had gathered in my mouth.
Was this going to be my first death experience? I had never witnessed such torture before.
All my life, throughout the battles that we have embarked on, I had never slaughtered any one like a dog.
My instincts will always haunt me.
But then, I was certain that members of the Dark Wood pack thought otherwise.
To them, I was the fierce and arrogant Elian Easton.
It was only Lyanna that knew truly who I was. The thoughts of her began to drip in my mind. I wondered how I would feel if it was Lyanna.
I missed her so greatly that a sharp pain cut through my chest when I recalled that she was now history to me.
I had never imagined it. But then, it became my reality.
