A Queens return

With a heavy heart...

And then, with a sudden burst of clarity, I knew what I had to do. I turned on my heel and fled from the apartment, the screams of my parents echoing in my ears like a haunting refrain.

Outside, the world was a blur of motion and sound, but I ran without hesitation, my feet pounding against the pavement as I raced towards the only sanctuary I knew.

The park loomed before me like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness, and I threw myself into its embrace with a desperate sense of relief. The cool night air washed over me like a balm, soothing the raw edges of my frayed nerves.

I collapsed onto a bench, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't afford to break down now, not when I needed to stay strong.

The ravens circled overhead, their dark forms a comforting presence in the stillness of the night. I watched them with a sense of awe, feeling a strange kinship with the creatures that had always been my silent companions.

In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, I made a silent vow to myself. I would not let my parents' anger consume me. I would not become a victim of their rage or their abuse.

As I sat alone on the park bench, the echoes of my parents' screams still ringing in my ears, the night air seemed to grow colder, heavier. The park, once a sanctuary of solace for many, now felt like a lonely battleground where my inner demons waged war against my fragile resolve.

And then, from the depths of the surrounding forest, came the haunting sound of wolf howls. They pierced through the silence like a blade, stirring memories long buried beneath the weight of my own guilt and grief.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered my pack, my family, the ones who had loved and protected me with unwavering loyalty. They had sacrificed themselves for me, laying down their lives so that I could escape the horrors that had descended upon us.

I clenched my fists, anger boiling up inside me like a tempest threatening to consume me. How could I have let them die for me? How could I have fled like a coward, abandoning them in their hour of need?

The weight of my guilt pressed down on me like a leaden weight, suffocating me with its relentless intensity. I had been the alpha, the leader of my pack, entrusted with their safety and well-being. And yet, when danger had reared its ugly head, I listened to my packs pleade, choosing flight over fight.

But as the memories flooded back, so too did a sense of determination, a flicker of defiance burning within me like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. I may have run away, but I was still alive. And that meant something.

With a shaky breath, I wiped away my tears and stood up from the bench, my gaze fixed on the moonlit sky above. The ravens circled overhead, their dark forms a silent reminder of the strength and resilience that lay within me.

I may have failed my pack, but I refused to let their sacrifice be in vain. I would honor their memory, I would make them proud. But for now, all I could do was stand tall in the face of adversity, my heart heavy with sorrow but my spirit unbroken. 

As I sat alone in the park, lost in a tumult of emotions, a single raven descended from the sky, its glossy black feathers catching the moonlight as it landed gently on my lap. I blinked in surprise, my heart skipping a beat at the unexpected visitor.

With trembling hands, I reached out to stroke the raven's sleek feathers, the softness of its plumage a comforting presence against my skin. "Hey there, little one," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

The raven cocked its head to the side, its bright eyes regarding me with a curious intelligence that sent a shiver down my spine. It seemed to sense my turmoil, my inner turmoil, and offered its silent companionship in return.

As I continued to stroke the raven's feathers, a sense of calm washed over me, soothing the storm of emotions that raged within. For a moment, the world fell away, and it was just me and the raven, bound together by an unspoken understanding.

"I miss them, you know," I said softly, my voice barely more than a whisper. "My pack. They were everything to me, and I let them down."

The raven tilted its head in acknowledgment, its eyes reflecting the sorrow that weighed heavy on my heart. It was as if it understood, as if it shared in my grief and my pain.

"But I won't let their sacrifice be in vain," I continued, my voice growing stronger with each word. "I'll make things right, I'll honor their memory. I may have run away, but I won't hide forever. I'll find my strength,I'll live! I'll find my way in life."

The raven seemed to nod in agreement, its presence a silent affirmation of my resolve. In that moment, amidst the darkness and the despair, I felt a glimmer of hope stir within me, a spark of determination that refused to be extinguished.

With a final stroke of the raven's feathers, I stood up from the bench, my heart lighter than it had been in days. The ravens circled overhead, their caws filling the air like a chorus of encouragement.

I may have faltered, but I was not defeated. Not yet, no never!