I feel like I can barely breathe. I don't think I have ever run this hard in my life, let alone knocking someone flat on their ass at the same time. I take a second to catch my breath and finally take in my surroundings. This makes me sick, there is blood everywhere. Bodies scattered across the field, some as young as 14 years old. I don't think I knew all of them. I was still in the process of getting to know all the new pack members.
I look over at Cedrick and he can barely catch his breath, but he is breathing. Thank the goddess I at least made it in time to help him. God, I feel like a terrible person thinking like that. Letting a sigh of relief out because my children are alive, while other's have just lost theirs. I don't know how I would be able to live with myself if I didn't make
