Damien watched the rouge leave into the mist. The smell of blood still on her maw. "We are not man. But beasts that can only kill." He mumbled but he knew everyone could hear him. Everyone shared the same senses, so there is no such thing as privacy when you are a wolf "If this there is a bigger threat like you speak. I will not fight it. I will accept it. So if you wish to kill me go ahead..." He said louder this time his eyes filled with no life or emotion. As his pack members watched him he turned to Aurora "Let us head home. We've spent enough time here." As he walked his aura seemed to change. It was sad, lonely, as he reminisced of a past event.
It was six years ago his grandfather had just past away from old age. He was 19 and started to travel to America at the request of his grandfathers last wish. Along the way he had met others like him. Others who had shared his blood, and along the way he began to see them as family. There was a village where they chose to stay at for a few days. But days became weeks as there was someone who was kind to them. A local farming girl, she would be bring him and his pack at the time food even though the village shunned them..

He hands gripped a nearby tree and ripped the bark off of it angry for remembering the event. Not one day went back when he didn't see that event over and over again in his dreams. And not one day has gone by where he would change it if he could. This forest made him remember things he wanted to forget, people that he casted away. "Sometimes...only a death can be redeemed with another death..."