Four Days Ago
Aiden:
I was a man possessed.
Fang, claw, dagger and sword. It did not matter what tool we used, what form we took. If there was a Warped wolf in front of us, then it would meet its end. I had lost track of how long I had been here, how long it had been since I last encountered another wolf untouched by dark magic.
None of it mattered.
I had failed when it had mattered most.
One moment of weakness promised to haunt me for an eternity. The slaughter was my penance, the c*****e my offering to the gods.
But there were not enough of them. No matter how many bodies I left in my wake, it was not enough to clean my slate. I lay awake at night, pleading for rest, but it never found me. Every night when I laid down, my body aching and heavy, I closed my eyes and prayed for a
