Chapter 59 Death

Ava's POV
I don't know how many days it's been.
I hid in the middle of a large tree hole half-squinting, hoping to rest for a while.
The rain still hadn't stopped.
"How's the wound?" Misty asked me, "Are there any bacterial infections?"
"No." I lowered my head and unwrapped the gauze from my shoulder and looked at it. The gauze had become very dirty, but I was in no condition to change it, so I had to use it just barely.
Fortunately, Adele was timely enough to deal with, otherwise not to mention the infection, I'm afraid that I fled all the way down the road before halfway to die because of blood loss.
Yes, it was an escape.
Since I left the Blue Moon Pack, someone came to attack that night.
The people who came were all from the Blue Moon Pack.
It's not that I didn't wonder if it could be Deborah who still wouldn't leave me alone, but the way they acted was all too familiar to me.
It was clearly the Wolf Warriors under Sam.
How could I have not thought that I might die on my way home.
Even less did I think that the person who wanted me dead would be him.
Did he hate me that much?
Hated that I would die on the road without anyone noticing?
"Don't say that about Ava." Misty's tone sounded bashful, "Maybe his orders were to take your body back to Blue Moon Pack after he killed you."
This made us all not want to talk.
I was feeling tired and numb, and Misty wondered if she already hated him.
"Get some sleep." After a while she said, "It's raining so hard today, they shouldn't be coming."
I didn't say anything, staring blankly at the gray sky overhead.
Misty sighed, "I'll be careful. But if you keep going so hard we won't make it to Bright Moon Pack."
Of course I knew that.
But I just don't want to close my eyes.
For days, as soon as I closed my eyes, the way he looked at me that day was in front of me, and the cold, heartless words he spoke were in my ears.
The wound started out as a maddening pain and then turned into a numbing itch.
I knew that the cut should have hurt a nerve, but there was nothing I could do.
All my medicines have long since run out in the Blue Moon Pack, and these days I'm still using some of the herbs to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation that I grabbed in the rush and escape.
They did not allow the wound to recover.
"Forget it." Misty suddenly said again, "Do not want to sleep, do not sleep. Wait a little less rain to pick up a little dry branches to set up a fire, you have to take off the wet clothes."
I agreed to a, with the wet is not so powerful skirt hem to cover their legs and then curled up in front of the chest.
After a while the rain finally sounded less heavy, I felt out of the hole to find dry branches.
The trees in this forest have probably grown to hundreds of years, one taller and denser than the other, which also makes the rain can not be all wet in some places. I bent down and searched for half a day to get some dry branches from a very small, almost dead tree to bring them slowly to the original hole in front of the tree.
Making fire is always a problem for me. Especially in the case of injury now makes everything even more complicated.
I do not know how much time it took, at the cost of wrists and waist are about to break before dark to make a fire.
It looked small, but at least it was still somewhat warm, and by that small orange flame, I finally couldn't help but relax a little.
"Where's the food?" Misty added, "Still only eating berries?"
"Hmm." I felt a little sleepy, staring at the fire for a long time before I remembered what she said and agreed.
What would I eat if I didn't eat berries, I'm not capable of hunting anymore at all?
Not to mention that even if I really can, I do not want to risk being killed to go.
A mention of this fog and can not help but speak, "I really thought he would be kind enough to let us go. I didn't think he would be this kind of person too!"
What kind of person is this kind of person? I heard her complain so some can not help but want to laugh.
But when I think about my current situation, I can't laugh again.
"No need for that." After not hearing her speak again for a while, I sighed and said, "Even if he did do that, I have no position to accuse him."
This statement obviously made Misty angry.
I heard her take a controlled deep breath, then asked me, "You're still speaking for him?!"
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?" She sounded like she really wanted to lash out at me, but held back for some reason, "Is that why everything we've done can be completely ignored and treated like this now?"
"If you want to put it that way, then yes." I said stiffly.
Misty finally couldn't take it, and her voice became as sharp and mean as it had never been before; "Oh, Ava." She said like an exclamation, "I never knew you were actually incarnated by an angel."
I knew exactly what she meant by that statement, but I didn't feel sad or angry.
"After all, we've always been enemies, haven't we?"
"What?" Misty didn't quite understand, "You mean?"
"I mean." I slowly flicked the fire in front of me and said, "We've always been enemies haven't we? It's never changed."
Misty froze.
After a long moment, her voice began to grow hard and choked, "Ava."
"Even if it seemed like they became friends for a while." I continued, "That was just an illusion."
"From the moment I left Blue Moon Pack, he was destined to become our enemy."
There would be no change.
"Let's go." I put the fire out and stood up to compose myself, "We have to keep going. Those people will catch up with us at some point, so we'll catch another night tonight and maybe we can go back in the morning."
Misty wanted to say that they might not catch up today, but saw the extinguished fire or said nothing.
Frankly speaking, Misty was also a little confused.
At first when she saw Blue Moon Pack people chasing them, even one by one to death, she hated almost want to kill back to bite through Aaron's neck and drink his blood.
But after two days she really felt that something was not quite right.
Although the people who came to the action organization are Blue Moon Pack style, but she still felt something wrong.
Because they always seemed to have a taste of getting the job done.
According to Blue Moon Pack, this level of assassination is not necessary to count the corpses and so on, as long as they kill people to report back.
But they always give the impression that they have to make people half dead to be good.
This strange feeling makes Misty think they should be a little misunderstood what. But maybe Aaron is actually this kind of person?
And thanks to their kind of assassination it gave people the chance to be able to catch their breath and escape.
Misty was not going to share her doubts with her. Whether or not Aaron sent people, she intends to bury this matter deep in the heart.
It is best not to let Ava know again in this life.
I now also have no time to think about what Misty is thinking, of course, even more can not find out what will be some of this problem.
I am now almost all the spirit and attention on the rush and always be on the lookout for the sudden arrival of assassination at some point above.
And, let alone what these people are sent by Aaron, even if they really are not, I have decided to count this matter on his head.
Consider it the price I paid for lying to him.
I lied to him for so long, he hunted me for a game.
If I die Bright Moon Pack is bound to go to war with him Blue Moon Pack, then the information that I passed back will come in handy, and it will be worth it to my people.
If I don't die and can return to Bright Moon Pack alive, I will consider not selling the information to other wolves again because I have cured him.
As for who wins and who loses in future wolf packs' wars, they will each look at their own abilities.
Thinking of this, I finally felt a little bit more comfortable in my chest which had been breathless for so many days.
"How far is it?" I asked Misty under my breath. It was so tiring to rush in human form, and I don't think I've ever been so tired in my life.
"About three miles." Misty whispered, "You have to be careful, better stop, something doesn't feel right to me."
I had sensed it long before she uttered her first words.
It was about four o'clock in the morning and the sky showed no sign of getting lighter. The sound of insects in summer would be more pronounced in the late night and then continue until late autumn.
And now, the whole forest was quietly plunged into darkness, as if in another dimension.
No insects chirping, no birds chirping.
All creatures seemed to have gone to sleep, even the leaves on the trees stopped swaying and hung motionless on the branches.
I made an effort to lighten my footsteps and moved my body slowly under a tree, leaning my back against the trunk.
A leaf suddenly floated down from above my head without any sound and spun around and landed on the ground.
At that very moment, I heard howls ringing out from every direction around me!
Numerous pairs of headlights like green eyes accompanied by the sound of footsteps slowly approaching towards me.
I subconsciously stomped on my feet and flipped up the tree.
But it was still a little too late.
A few days since the exhaustion of physical strength and injured shoulder so that I moved slowly for a few seconds. But it does not matter, as long as I can climb the tree, there is a chance of survival.
But just those few seconds, I only felt a sharp pain in my calf, I desperately used the other foot to kick the head below.
But it didn't work, and by the time I reacted, a row of teeth had embedded itself in my skin and then yanked it down.
I could no longer support myself and my whole body rolled to the ground.
One after another drooling mouth lunged at me.
Sharp nails scratched my neck and pierced my shoulder, tearing open the already wounded area again, and blood gushed out quickly taking away what little warmth I had left.
In a trance I thought I heard someone calling my name.