11 Years Ago
HUNJI/KIAN
I ran across the open street, shifting into my skin form and still using my wolf’s senses to scent the children. Underneath the heavy smoke and climbing flames, I could just make them out. My ears pricked at the wailing cry of the little girl I had come to know over the past few months.
Rushing toward the burning building I didn’t think twice before throwing myself against the wooden wall and crashing into it. “Where are you?” I called out to the children. Their whimpers reached my ears, but they didn’t respond. “Zeenat, Zayd?” I called again, covering my mouth and nose from the smoke.
I crouched down low, flames licking at my bare skin. I began to panic. I couldn’t find them. The heavy weight of the built-up smog was thick and just as hot as the burning fire.
