Chapter 52.

Suddenly, a few familiar howls rang in my ears.
My eyes snapped open and I was pleasantly surprised to see three giant wolves standing proudly on the high slope behind Katelyn.
It was Duster and his brothers.
Standing at the front was a silvery grey wolf, Duster, who darted down the high slope towards Katelyn.
With a woman's shrill scream, Duster bit off Katelyn's head and flung her body off the cliff again.
The whole thing happened almost in an instant, and against the werewolf leader, the low-level vampire Katelyn didn't even have a chance to resist.
With Katelyn taken care of, Rory the yellow-brown wolf stood guard over Cecil. duster and Gene the brown wolf walked slowly in the direction of Tyrone and I.
"Tyrone, you better let go of me right now, or you'll end up like Katelyn." I warned Tyrone in a stern voice with a sideways glance.
"Then I'll have to release you in a hurry Cheryl, there are so many men who would fight for you." Tyrone chuckled.
His tone was flippant and sounded like he was teasing me.
But he did release me, and I immediately turned to attack him, but he had already teleported away from me.
Tyrone stood on the far side of the high slope and shrugged at me, "Cheryl, don't look at me like that, I'll think you can't spare me."
"I just want to kill you! You bastard!" I glared at him fiercely.
"Cheryl, that's never going to happen, the LDS can't kill the creator." Tyrone looked at me smugly and turned to disappear up the high slope.
"Cheryl, come back to the tribe with me first, Cecil is badly hurt." Duster and his brother turned into human form.
I looked reluctantly at where Tyrone had disappeared, and after a moment looked back at Duster, "What are you guys doing here?"
"Collier and I have a battle, whoever wins will be the leader. Before that, I wanted to come out and see you again, but you weren't in Pittman anymore, so I followed your scent here." Duster explained.
Without waiting for me to speak, Duster added in confusion, "Isn't Tyrone the hunter leader? How did he turn into a vampire."
I gave Duster a short explanation of the current situation and then walked quickly towards Cecil.
Cecil looked like he was in pain. His forehead was covered with beads of bean-like sweat, his neck was bursting with many bruises, and his arms were still bleeding.
But what panicked me the most was that Cecil's lips were dark purple.
"Cecil, how are you feeling? I'm sorry that my sister didn't protect you." I hugged Cecil tightly, my voice tinged with sobs.
Cecil gasped violently as he lifted the only hand he had left and scraped my cheek, squeezing a smile out of me, "I'm fine, sis, don't cry."
"Duster, Cecil seems to have been poisoned, I think he needs treatment. Can I take him to your tribe first? Please!" I anxiously turned to Duster for help.
"Come on Cheryl, I'm glad you're willing to go to my tribe and I'll get the best pack doctor to treat him." Duster looked at me lovingly and wiped my tears.
"Thank you, Duster," I said gratefully.
Duster turned around, his back to us, and said, "It's nothing, put Cecil up, Cheryl."
At this point, Rory and Gene were still behind me.
Suddenly, my mind drifted off for a moment and I frowned, closing my eyes hard.
"Sis!" Cecil suddenly hissed in my ear.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the most desperate sight I'd ever seen, my sharp claws sunk into Cecil's heart.
I jerked my hand back and there was a bloody hole in Cecil's chest. Without my support, he fell to the ground like soft wax that was gradually melting.
Hearing the sound, Duster turned his head as well, his eyes full of shock.
"My God, Duster, this woman tried to kill you! If it wasn't for her brother, it would be you on the floor right now!" Rory and Gene said in horror from behind me.
"No, Cecil, it wasn't me ......" I tried to explain, but my throat felt like it was clogged with rocks.
Sticky black and purple blood roamed the corners of Cecil's mouth as he lifted a finger to point behind me, struggling to get the sound out of his throat, "Tyrone ...... did this to Tyrone ...... not ...... you!"
Duster followed Cecil's finger and his face instantly turned grim.
"Damn it! Go kill that vampire!" Duster ordered to Rory and Gene.
Rory and Gene immediately turned into wolves and went after them.
I didn't care about what was going on around me, I just looked at Cecil almost dumbfounded. his face was becoming paler and paler and his eyes were closing.
"No, no, Cecil, you can't leave me!" I shook my head in panic, but didn't dare get any closer to Cecil.
I had killed Cecil, I had killed him with my own hands.
That desperate image will be etched in my mind forever.
Cecil looked at me with hard, wide eyes, his eyes filled with sadness, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Duster stepped forward and helped Cecil up, looking at me with a sinking feeling, "Cheryl, come see Cecil again, he seems to have something to say to you."
Tears almost overwhelmed me, I was crying so hard I couldn't even make a sound, all I could do was rub my knees against the ground and advance, taking one step closer towards Cecil.
Finally, I grabbed his hand.
Cecil's hand was cold, like the first time I had ever taken his little hand.
Cecil was five years old then, hidden by his parents in the well, and I'd had a hard time coaxing him out of it by killing the vampires who were doing evil.
By that time, he had been in the well all night and was dying of cold.
I had just pulled on his little hand when it was so cold I almost let go.
Cecil came up and jumped on me as soon as he saw me. His tiny body was buried in my arms, shivering and sobbing as he did so.
"I don't have a home ......" he sobbed.
It was the first time I had ever picked up a child; Tyrone did it so often that the children were voluntarily driven by him.
I thought it was a sight to behold, and I fantasized that I would have to pick up a child to be driven by me, too.
But Cecil was too cute, too timid, and always playing hard to get and crying.
I couldn't get him to work for me, and instead I spent days out hunting vampires to feed him on more dangerous missions.
I stopped picking up kids after that, it was too much trouble to raise them, but the ones I'd already picked up had to be responsible.
I grew up without a family, and I didn't need one before. But since I had Cecil, it was like I had a home, I had a responsibility to him, and that responsibility slowly turned into a sense of belonging.
Cecil would always be waiting for me at the gates of town to come home, to cook and treat my wounds. He was weak and incompetent, but he would care for me in his own way.
I thought I could always protect Cecil until he grew into a real man.
"Sister ...... it's not your fault ...... I was going to die ...... don't let the guilt torment you... ...okay?" Cecil said hard as he looked at me.
Every word he uttered looked hard and all I could do to answer him was shake my head, my throat couldn't make any sound.
Cecil frowned and tried to persuade me again. But he couldn't hold back his weariness at last, and closed his eyes, his grip on my hand dropping feebly after him.
Death took Cecil away mercilessly.
A great grief spread through my heart, and I felt my heart break.
I covered my heart and let out a painful cry of grief, and for a moment there was the illusion of my soul detaching from my body.
I lost consciousness.