The boulder shifted and toppled over. The witch's eye widened. She just watched him make an attempt at survival. The alpha's fist burst out of the hardened soil. He made an opening with the other hand and the rest of the body from his protruded.
He was soiled and his clothes were ragged. He stood and staggered forward. His eyes were closed. He looked up into the sky and little ounces of sand showered down from his head. He wiped his eyes and blinked at the crystal drop of rain that fell on his face silently.
"I see you have got heart," the witch cocked her head opening her arms wide.
"You will never bring me down," his breath shuddered. "She will come home with him,' he pointed to Catherine, breathing heavily."
The rain started and the oncoming wolves had seen the cabin. It was a stone's throw away. They carefully meandered down the road with precise caution just in case of impending danger. Little did they know, the old witch had been awaiting.
