Frigid Plague: A Fictional Narrative

Treason's lungs burned, as if every breath sucked in fire.

It had been a simple task-- a diplomatic mission to Frigid Plague. She had left a week ago, intent on strengthening their ties with the recent uprise of so many new packs in the valley. With the moon full and ripe in the night sky, she had more than enough light to guide her on her trek through the valley, and yet this sense of security had been a lie. It had been six minutes since she first caught the first, overpowering stench of bear. Six until she recognized the danger. Six until she was attacked.

Treason had heard it before she had seen it, but her reaction had been too late. She had been so stunned by the sudden appearance that it delayed her reaction by only a few seconds, but it was enough. The first blow caught her side, tossing her up into the air and tearing her skin. A spray of blood misted the air, black in the moonlight above, and she hit the ground like a rag doll. It had not been her blood, surely. Someone else's. Had she really been struck? She didn't know. Couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. …show more content…
Its massive head was low to the ground, inching closer, nose slicking through the rapidly forming puddle of blood beneath her. Vaguely, she wondered if her time in the valley was over. She would never see her pack again- the wolves she had once fought to protect. Instead she would die in the dirt like a dog. All she knew was