LadyPipen

The night had been perfect- the months blurred together in a haze of recovery and responsibility, everyone and everything requiring all the attention that Rev could ever spare and then some. There were adjustments to be made, and repairs…. To the ruined city he and his had taken as home, not the Bluemooner’s lot. There was still the bitterness there- bitterness that would never fade, of that Rev was very sure. Ram had trusted them- or at least had tried to, but Rev knew… and that had been what hurt the most during recovery, moreso than the wounds the Bloodmoon workers had inflicted- watching Ram’s trust shatter, what l

There was nothing left to do but run. And run she did- casting a glance over her shoulder to simply count heads as the band fled the Azubike- four, no more, and no less. It wasn't until Judah hadn't caught up for the third time she glanced over her shoulder that Zoya slowed her run to a trot, then a walk, and then as her uncle's paws joined the rest of them once more.... Stopped. Ever last atom of her hurt- she hadn't even glanced up, in all the running, all the anxieties of the dawn that was now breaking, to see if her guide had appeared to show her the way. The way.... to oblivion. It all seemed for naught, now, with paws run raw and bar