Chapter 80 Let The Earth Have The Silver

• Nicholette's world had shattered. This time, not from her own hand, as she was used to. She had made her own path until that day, but the fury of men and the throes of war insisted on dismantling her life and trying to control her. Facing the devastation, she had very little choice and much to do.
• The first thing she could do was to calm the panicked Agatha down. Her daughter cried violently in her lap, claws wildly clinging on to Nicholette, cutting her skin. Nicholette didn't mind. She was used to the pain. She walked away from the scene of the carnage that ended Theobald's life and held her daughter closer, whispering calming words to her. The monstrous werewolves, one by one licked Agatha’s head in Nicholette’s lap with their blood-splattered snouts and, without any hurry, left the ranch back to their village.
• Nicholette sat alone under a tree, hugging Agatha tight. This was not the way she intended to raise her child, but this was a reality of her time.