All your fault

All your fault
She let out an ear piercing scream, startling me that I could barely move. 
“N-no, please no” I said more to myself than to the woman that was covered in blood. 
The food that she had brought dropped to the ground. 
The stench of rogues filled the air, thick and sour, curling into my lungs until it burned to breathe. The trees loomed like silent witnesses, their branches rattling with the whispers of what was to come. I had never felt more exposed than in that place—no man’s land.
We were surrounded before I even realized it. Shadows shifted between the trunks, glowing eyes watching, waiting. My grandmother—her back straighter than it should have been for a woman her age—stood at my side, her hand brushing mine as if trying to keep me calm. I looked at her, shaking my head to signal her not to do anything. She was already injured there was definitely no way she was going to be fighting like this
“Stay close,” she whispered, her voice brittle, but strong in its own way.
I tried. Moonlight spilled in fractured beams across the clearing, catching on claws and teeth, and I swore my heartbeat echoed louder than their growls. My body trembled, half with fear, half with the itch of something inside me screaming to be let out.
Then it happened.
A hiss cut the air—sharp, cruel—and then another arrow buried itself deep in her chest.
I froze. She staggered, her hand lifting to the shaft as though she could pluck death itself out of her heart. Her lips parted, but no sound came. Only her eyes found mine, wide, desperate, and then soft, like she was memorizing me one last time.
“No—” The word broke from me, shattered, useless.
The rogues closed in, growls rising, a circle tightening, and something inside me snapped. I felt fire tear through my veins, my bones grinding and reshaping. Pain. White-hot, blinding pain—and then release.
I shifted.
For the first time, I wasn’t just a girl. I was fur and fangs, rage and grief. The world sharpened into sound and scent and bloodlust. I lunged, teeth tearing into flesh, claws raking across snarling muzzles. They came at me from every side, but I was faster, stronger. One fell, then another, their bodies hitting the dirt in wet thuds. My fury was endless, my grief bottomless, and I made them pay for every drop of her blood.
When the last rogue collapsed, the clearing was silent save for my ragged breaths. Blood stained my muzzle, my fur bristling, and the scent of death clung to me. Slowly, painfully, I shifted back, skin replacing fur, bones snapping into place until I was myself again—naked, trembling, and on my knees.
I turned to her.
She lay where she had fallen, eyes closed now, as though sleep had finally claimed her. The arrow remained, cruel and unyielding. I crawled to her, my hands shaking as I reached for her face. But her skin was already cooling.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice raw, breaking. “Please don’t leave me.”
The forest didn’t answer. Neither did she.
I sat there looking at the blood all around me 
“Li!!!” I heard someone call in the distance “Li!!!” It sounded more desperate either way each call, coming closer. 
I knew that voice, it was the very same voice that had doubted me, looking at me from beginning of my stay till the end of my stay like the outsider that I was. 
“Lili-“ the words died on his lips as he came to the clearing, looking at me for a moment before his eyes dropped to where she laid, 
“my… my mate” he called, his eyes not once leaving her now cold body as he walked towards it, his legs trembling in the process 
“What happened to my gentle flower” he said, scoping her in his arms while he removed her hair from her face, trying to see her better. 
I said nothing, swallowing the burn I felt in my throat. 
He said somethings as though she could hear before he looked up at me, tears streaming down his face and eyes filled with hatred. 
“This is all your fault!!” The words sent me a few steps back. “you should never have come here” he said, looking at me with anger before they softened as he looked down at his mate.
“You planned this did you not?” He said, looking at me with hate. 
I shook my head aggressively, trying to tell him that I did not even know that she was following me but was not listening. “I hope you are happy! She was all I had left! What would I tell my twins! I already failed them losing their sister and her child and now their mother!!” He screamed, looking around before he saw some stones in the floor and reached down to pick them up, throwing them at me. 
They hurt I could not lie, but what hurt the most was the words he threw at me. 
Though his words were not accurate, they were right.she was like this because of me. 
That thought sent a bit of shivers down my spine and not in a good way. 
Another death
Another death that I was responsible for, directly. I felt my throat close.
“I have…” he took in a deep breath, an attempt to stay calm which was barely working. “I have nothing more to say to you, other than the fact that I hope your nights are filled with horrors of this moment and you are tormented by this” he said, taking her in his hands in the most gentle of ways. 
“I am…” I swallowed, trying to clear my throat “I am sorry, grandpa” I said as a memory flashed through my mind, 
That seemed to freeze him in his place before turned sharply, using one hand that was free to scratch me, making me to jump back in a hiss.
“Never, call me that again” he said, his eyes burning with fury as he adjusted his mate in his hands carrying her to go…