Foresters (Chapter. 1)

I watched as Liam shape-shifted into his original form. The mighty ferocious wolf that laid in front of me gradually morphed into it’s real figure. As the wolf mended into his realistic outline, he slowly became the teenage boy that I remembered. He had dirty blonde hair that was gracefully placed on the grass and those familiar green eyes that would pierce into my soul. When the shift had finalized him into his former self, I grabbed his messy hair and brought him closer to me -- his face a breath away from mine. His lips were stained with the color of ripe berries and the poison I used to knock him out coursed through his blood. My hand still holding on to him, I used my other hand to quickly dig through my satchel. Then as I cautiously lifted the sharp pointed dagger out of my bag, the top glistening in the sun, I tilted the knife towards his chest.

      “I’m sorry Liam.” I said hesitantly, my grip wrapping tighter against the dagger.

                                              “This is for my kingdom.”