Lacey had barely made it home, she had allowed herself a day, one day to relax, to take a load off and just enjoy the company of her packmates and then he was gone. It was with a growing dread that she followed the fading trail, through the wildwood to the riffle when the coppery tang of blood filled her nose. Red on white and stark black strokes of dragged paws leaving muddy furrows in the shallow snow. Wrong. Wrong, it was all so wrong. He was here, and then he wasn't and a clawing feeling worked its way from her chest into her throat, her vision blurring around the edges. She tried to call, to anyone, a strangled sound barely escaping her lips before her legs folded beneath her.
No, no, no, no. Not another one, not again.