24. The Dead Wolf
Julie
I drop to the ground on my knees as my feet couldn’t take the weight of my body anymore. The energy flowing through me feels heavy like lead and weighing me down. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this before. A long while and probably back when I was training so hard in the palace.
Back at that horrid dungeons and arenas where we’re forced to be strong, the family motto repeating in my head like a looming reminder of how weak I was or how weak I’ve become. The weak dies and we’re there to take and never to give.
Father would be so horrified at how low I’ve stooped. I look around to see the dead bodies around me, all that was left were empty husks of themselves. I’ve taken their souls and put it in to my system but what was once nourishment is now toxic to my
