Ashley
I woke up the next morning and found myself back at the pack, I looked around me and wondered how I got back there.
The atmosphere was usually calm and freezing for me as I walked around.
After some time, I noticed a large group of pack members gathering outside the packhouse. I wondered what was happening as I moved toward the crowd. Their attention seems to be focused on something or someone.
On getting there, I saw that it was indeed someone they were staring at. Not just anyone, it was me.
I saw another version of myself kneeling in front of everyone back at the pack. I was nicely dressed, even though part of the dress had torn at the edge.
My face had all turned red due to the number of tears I have shed.
Beside me was a sword draped in blood, I wonder who's blood it wa
