January challenge - The end by the mean. (Forsaken)

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(Having a slow day at work. Therefore!)

Isabelle could hear her ragged breath through the haze of pain. It was slowing, and she knew she was thinking her last thoughts. She'd been careful not to be followed home, or so she'd thought. She'd felt safe at home with three werewolves to watch out for her.

What she had forgotten about was work.

Blood dripped in her eye and she blinked, clearing it away. Her gaze fell on the body in front of her, her heart panged in time with her intestines. Poor Peter had always been a dedicated worker. He had a child he'd never see again.

All her regret began to fade along with her hearing. The sniffing growl near her face she felt more than heard. Her eyes were beginning to glaze.

The worst thing about it - the worst thing - was that she didn't even have the sword they were after anymore.

The Pure made another swipe at her and she didn't regret anything anymore.