So I read The Sight about eight years ago, and I absolutely hated the ending. It was wrong. I mean, Larka dying was one thing, but you can't leave Kar all alone! Ideas for sequels kept popping up in my mind, and I wrote a bit. I found the floppy disc (I know, it was a while ago) that the file was saved on, and decided I needed to do something with it. I may post that original after this. I was convinced at the end of The Sight that "Larka never truly died." My friend laughed at me for being in denial, and that quote became an inside joke with us. Although now I have shared it with you, so it is not quite so inside anymore.

Anywho, I just wanted to clarify that this story is in NO WAY an angry response to my favorite book of all-time. If you have not yet read Fell, then I suggest you do so. It came out about two years ago. It clears some things up, makes you angry and happy all at the same time. I think I may have cried. Yes, I did. This story is just an idea that needed to meet the world, not a story in which I attempt to correct a delusional author. I greatly respect DCD and his genius.

Aside from the fact that I couldn't stop screaming about Larka's death for a week after I read Fell.

As much as I wish that I had created the Varg, I didn't. Mr. Clement-Davies minded up the wolfies, so there you go. Yup, I think that's it.

But really, Kar is all mine. I'll fight you for him. *growls in threatening manner*

Prologue

"If you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone.

These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real.

There's just too much that time cannot erase."

– My Immortal, Evanescence

A soft sigh escaped my mouth, the hot air rolling across my tongue and passing between my lips. I lie there with my head on my paws; the rest of my body sprawled out behind me dejectedly. My eyes rolled up in my sockets to survey the heavens above me, taking in the beauty of the cloudless night. Since Larka's…passing, night was becoming my favorite time of the day. It was the one time of the day that I could truly be alone. I knew that my family meant well when they tried to comfort me, but moving on was simply not an option for me.

Another sigh again escaped my body as I wondered if she had joined Sita in the heavens. Was she was watching me at this very moment? Sometimes when the pain surpassed comprehension I liked to pretend that Larka was watching over me. That she was checking in on me. At these times I would talk to her…but not out loud. I was sure that Huttser would banish me from the pack if he caught me telling his dead daughter about how much I missed her. He already thought I was a head case.

I think he may not be too far off of the mark.

My eyes closed involuntarily as an image began to form in my mind. It was Larka, of course. My Larka. Not the new Larka, the little grey one that Palla and Huttser had tried to replace mine with. My Larka was far more beautiful, with her flowing snowy coat and her soft yellow eyes. Her silky tail billowed behind her like a marker. It let everyone know she was my Larka. My Larka.

But she wasn't my Larka anymore. She was gone. My eyes clenched tighter, wetness building behind the lids. No matter how long I padded the earth I was sure to never forget the look on her face as she leapt from the crumbling bridge; the dropping of my gut as she fell. I would never forget the deafening silence that followed the tumbling of the boulders. I couldn't.

I shook my head to try to rid my mind of the images that were flooding my senses. I stared into the forest in front of me, trying in vain to think of anything other than that night. I thought of the blackness in the trees. The sound of the crickets in the tall grass. The sleeping pups inside the den at my back. Anything.

That's when my mind started playing tricks on me.

Mean, awful, tricks.

The breeze picked up, carrying with it a familiar scent from the direction of the tree line. It was a scent that I hoped I would never forget, even into my ancient years. When the pack first returned from Harja, I had found myself catching that scent everywhere. I wasn't alarmed by my delusions now, and since I was more than likely imagining it, I decided to enjoy it. I lowered my head back to my paws and slowly closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. I sighed for the third time this evening, this time in contentment. Quickly I inhaled again, so that I would catch whatever had stimulated the memory of her scent before it faded once more.

It was there again, though this time it was stronger. My tail thumped behind me for the first time in what felt like forever. My rear end would surely be sore the following day from using the long unused muscles. A soft whimper escaped my lips and my eyes shot open at the unexpected sound. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but the pack was sleeping inside the den. I was the only one crazy enough to sleep alone outside on a night as cold as this. Aside from Fell, that is. Fenris only knows where he went off to.

In the forest a twig snapped, catching my attention. Ears shot forward and muzzle in the air, nose twitching. Still, all I could I smell was her. But that couldn't be right…

I got to my feet, ready to investigate. Stiff from lying so long, I stretched my muscles. My shoulders popped and my back cracked as my tongue lolled out in a giant yawn. I padded forward cautiously in the direction of the noise. I paused after about fifteen yards, though, as a shape emerged from the tree line.

I froze in place as the scent overpowered me. I knew it was her as soon as the tip of her nose left the shelter of the shadows of the forest. My first instinct was to turn around and run back to the safety of the den, but then why should I be scared? I wanted to take a step forward, to see how the apparition would react to my presence, but I simply could not move. The only alternative was to stand there, staring at each other.

Finally, after a few long moments had passed, a cautious step forward and a shaky, "Kar?" broke the silence before Larka collapsed to the ground.