Chapter 139 Death Upon Werewolves Part II

• I was shaking, forcing my eyes to open only to lay on bodies lying on all kinds of directions. The red of the blood was all that was pronounced, different wounds all over their bodies with most having their eyes wide open to haunt us for the rest of the time we had left in the universe.
• Every part of my face hurt, trying to keep a straight face, trying not to bend over and scream. My ears rang, rang so hard.
• My head turned, seeing women I knew, seeing women who were so full of life before, cry so hard. I watched them scream and roll on the ground. I watched them tear their hair. I watched them drop themselves on the piles of the dead as some of the warriors poured more bodies on the piles.