Bab 102: Pretend to love a child?

Finally grasping her sanity back was similar to her alcohol addiction, waking up the next morning was accompanied by the hangover of a lifetime, only difference is instead of the pain in her head, it was the sorrow in her heart.

Donnalee rose slowly watching through the eyes of her monster this bloody mess on the floor, her height made her bump her head on the ceiling and she uncomfortably hunched again, a tremoring breath got taken to her lungs.

This sight of carnage all too nostalgic, how she remembered the faces of her pack as they bewilderedly discovered her in the flesh and bone, some fought, some ran, some froze... The horrors coming out of the dark jungles too much for the younger omegas to fathom, the children, terrified faces as they got torn apart.

Faces... Donnalee looked at the face of Ann, her head untouched as usual, that was unavoidable since its in a Wendigo's nature to spare the face, so she can adapt that face when it needs to.