Introduction
Livet føltes som en drøm, indtil det en dag blev til et mareridt. Den dag lærte Aife, at det grusomme bæst, som de ældste brugte til at skræmme børn, ikke bare var en frugt af nogens fantasi.
Han trådte ud af skyggerne for at bevise, at han var virkelig: flokken var under angreb, krigere faldt for hendes fødder, og hun blev tvunget til at træffe et valg, der ville knuse hendes virkelighed. *“Hende. Giv mig hende, og jeg vil lade de resterende leve. Giv hende frivilligt, eller jeg tager hende, efter jeg har slagtet de få flokmedlemmer, I har tilbage.”*
For at redde dem gik Aife med til at forlade flokken med manden, der havde slagtet hendes flok. Hun vidste ikke, at hendes liv ville være i hans hænder fra det øjeblik, han kastede hende over sin skulder. På få timer mistede Aife titlen som den fremtidige Alfa og blev bæstets ejendom.
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K. K. Winter
Chapter 1
Aife's synsvinkel
Da jeg vågnede i dag med en mærkelig fornemmelse i maven, tænkte jeg ikke meget over det. Selv da følelsen intensiveredes og blev til en frygt, der hang over mig som en mørk, farlig skygge, afviste jeg det stadig.
Jeg skulle have været opmærksom. Jeg skulle have advaret min far om, at noget var galt.
Men det gjorde jeg ikke. Jeg lod dette 'noget galt' ske. Og det var ikke bare en fjollet mavefornemmelse. Det var begyndelsen på vores packs uundgåelige undergang.
Da skrigene og knurrene langsomt forsvandt og blev til en tung, dødbringende stilhed, sneg jeg mig ud af packhuset og løb rundt om det, mod baghaven. Aldrig i mit liv havde jeg troet, at det at ignorere en mavefornemmelse ville få konsekvenser nær så grusomme som den massakre, jeg var vidne til.
Kroppe, alt hvad jeg kunne se, var kroppe, spredt rundt som ødelagte legetøj. Det engang smukke, frodige grønne græs var blevet til et grimt maleri af mørkerødt.
Mine hænder rystede, og galden steg op i min hals, da jeg tog de første skridt ind i massakrens epicenter. Et sted, uden for mit synsfelt, begyndte en anden kamp, hvilket advarede mig om, hvor lidt tid jeg havde.
Hvert skridt føltes tungere end det forrige, men jeg pressede mig selv til at bevæge mig fremad. Hvis der var nogen overlevende, havde de brug for øjeblikkelig lægehjælp.
Selv med et klart mål i tankerne kunne jeg ikke ignorere de kroppe, der lå i deres eget blod, nu blandet med blodet fra deres familier og venner.
Overlevende. Der måtte være overlevende her. Ingen angreb packs på denne måde, ingen gik så langt som at udslette århundreders kontinuerlige blodlinjer bare fordi de havde magten til det.
Da jeg endelig stoppede, kunne jeg ikke holde tårerne tilbage, da erkendelsen sank ind. De havde ikke skånet nogen, hver person, hver engang dygtig kriger var blevet flået i stykker og efterladt til at rådne.
Værst af alt, mens alt hvad jeg kunne gøre var at stå der og stirre på eftervirkningerne af det grusomme angreb, blev flere af vores krigere slagtet.
Jeg ville hjælpe, gøre noget, hvad som helst, men hvordan skulle jeg kunne det, hvis min krop nægtede at bevæge sig, selv når jeg ville det med al min magt?
"Aife! Aife, hvad laver du der?" hørte jeg far råbe, men selv hans stemme, fyldt med desperation og frygt, hjalp mig ikke med at bevæge mig.
Mine øjne var limet til kroppene, til blodbadet, øjne stadig vidt åbne, og det rene rædselsudtryk på de faldnes ansigter.
"Kom tilbage i huset! Nu!" Han skreg af sine lungers fulde kraft lige i tide med et jordrystende brøl, der rev fra skovens dække.
Jeg havde mange gange før hørt, hvordan folk beskrev en fornemmelse så skræmmende, at de eneste ord, de kunne finde passende, var 'blodfrysende', en følelse jeg aldrig troede, jeg ville opleve.
Men det gjorde jeg.
Brølet havde så meget magt, at alle frøs, selv fjenderne, der rev og skar halsene over for blot øjeblikke siden, stoppede.
Jeg tvang klumpen, der dannede sig i min hals, ned, knyttede mine næver og drejede langsomt på hælen for at se på skoven. Måske ville jeg ikke se noget, måske var det et forsøg på at kalde fjendens krigere tilbage, men dybt nede vidste jeg, at det ikke kunne være tilfældet.
Og det var det ikke.
En fuldstændig nøgen, massiv, beskidt mand dukkede op fra skovens dække. Selv på denne afstand kunne jeg se, at han var imponerende - svævende over de få, der fulgte efter ham, hans krop mere defineret end hans tilhængeres. Han måtte være lederen af de monstrøse angribere.
Den brutale fremmedes øjne var rettet mod mig, mens han begyndte at gå i retning af packhuset, og nægtede at fjerne blikket, selv for et splitsekund, mens mine øjne desperat søgte efter min far.
Da jeg endelig fik øje på ham, holdt nede af to mænd, ville jeg løbe hen for at hjælpe ham, men forsøget blev stoppet, før det overhovedet skete, med et skarpt ord.
"Stop!" snærrede fremmede.
Da mit blik fløj tilbage til ham, fandt jeg straks styrken til at bakke væk. Han så morderisk ud. Den måde, han nærmede sig mig som en ægte rovdyr, fik næsten mit hjerte til at stoppe.
Han var ikke mere end et par skridt fra mig, da jeg gled i blodet og faldt bagover, landende oven på en bunke kroppe.
Da han kom tættere på, bemærkede jeg, at manden havde øjne så sorte og tomme, at jeg vidste, det var morderens øjne. Øjne, der havde set så meget lidelse, smerte og frygt, men aldrig skånet en sjæl på deres vej. Hans blik alene sendte kuldegysninger ned ad min ryg.
Og alligevel, selvom alle kunne se, hvordan jeg kæmpede for at kravle væk, blev han ved med at nærme sig.
"Stop!" brølede han.
Det gjorde jeg. Jeg kunne ikke tro det, men jeg fulgte hans kommando og frøs fuldstændig. Jeg rørte ikke engang min hånd, som nu dækkede ansigtet på en af de faldne krigere.
Mit hjerte hamrede så hurtigt i mit bryst, at jeg følte, det forsøgte at bryde ud og løbe så langt væk fra min krop som muligt.
"Hold dig væk fra hende! Hold dig væk fra min datter! Du monster, hold dig væk fra min datter!" hørte jeg min far skrige.
Jeg var sikker på, at hvis jeg vovede at kigge i hans retning, ville jeg se ham kæmpe mod de mænd, der holdt ham nede, men jeg kunne ikke fjerne blikket fra rovdyreren foran mig.
"Stilhed!" En anden skræmmende snerren forlod fremmede, da han stoppede lige foran mig.
Jo længere han stirrede på mig, jo mindre følte jeg mig. Det virkede som om, han havde bemærket det, for snart rykkede mundvigen sig, som om han forsøgte at undertrykke et smil. Jeg kunne ikke forestille mig, at et monster som ham var i stand til at smile. I stand til følelser...
Jeg kunne stadig høre fars stemme i baggrunden, indtil ordene blev til en dæmpet mumlen. Det lød som om, nogen havde tvunget deres hånd over hans mund for at få ham til at tie.
"Et ord mere, og jeg kunne give efter for fristelsen til at gøre usigelige ting ved din datter, lige foran dine øjne," annoncerede den brutale mand, mens hans blik endelig rev sig væk fra mig og fokuserede på min far.
Jeg var ikke sikker på, hvad der var værre, men for det splitsekund af frihed nød jeg det egoistisk.
"Fjern din hånd, Soren. Den gamle mand må spilde sin ånde på dette," talte han igen, langsomt drejende hovedet og fæstnede mig igen med sit blik.
Min underlæbe bævrede, så jeg hurtigt fangede den mellem mine tænder for at skjule, hvor bange jeg var. Han kunne sandsynligvis mærke min frygt på kilometers afstand, men jeg var for stædig til åbent at vise det.
"Hvad vil du have fra os? Hvad har vi gjort for at fortjene dette? Hvorfor slagter du vores folk?" Fars ord rungede ud, men faldt for døve ører.
Fremmede pegede sin finger mod mig og snærrede. "Hende. Giv mig hende, og jeg vil lade de resterende leve. Giv hende frivilligt, eller jeg tager hende, efter jeg har slagtet de få packmedlemmer, du har tilbage."
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