Amethyst Phoenix
Everything is engulfed in fire.
The fire feels alive like a beating organ pumping blood throughout the body. Only this time, it’s pumping poison. I’ve never seen this much c*****e, the blood seeping into the wet soil and mingling with the pouring rain. It causes my hair to stick to my skin, all the heat surrounding me should have dampened the icy feeling creeping up my spine, but it did not.
Dead bodies lithered the vast earthy ground and left no space untouched. There were more than hundreds, torn to shreds, both in wolf form and human form. The scene in front of me is bone-chilling, the echoing silence as the fire eats away at there dead bodies. From the cabins burning and the roof toppling in, I concluded that this was a pack that lost a war.
Flames of gol
