Chapter 5: Her?

The blizzard had settled down, the snow was cold and thick, the wind cooler.

The white wolf looked at the two bodies in front of it. Blood stained the vibrant white snow a dark crimson. The human had never liked the color of blood but the wolf had an uncontrollable thirst for violence. Both of them have seen too much, endured too much to just sit back and let things occur. The wolf liked to draw blood first, ask questions later.

"They just don’t seem to learn, do they?" Aya spoke to it after a long sigh, tucking the gun safely back into a pocket in her...