I won't waste your time, but this is all important.

Those of you who have favorited me or one of my stories in the last few months, despite my lack of updates: thank you.

Those of you who are eager to read the next installment in the Finding: Series, this is important.

This chapter is almost 600 words. THIS IS ONLY A TASTE OF WHAT IS TO COME. YOU WILL STILL HAVE TO READ THE PROLOGUE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING IN LATER CHAPTERS. It is NOT the entire prologue which will be posted later. The entire prologue will have over 2600 words. It will be the longest chapter due to the timeline of the story, so be excited for a really long first chapter (which will hopefully be good writing despite the length) but not disappointed when the following chapters are much shorter.

This post is merely a promise to you from me that Finding: Faith will get published. I will be posting updates on my profile every week to inform you of how the story is coming along. I currently have the Prologue and the first chapter done, with approximately 5000 words total.

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The woods were filled with the sounds of metal clashing, shouts, growls, cries of pain and anger and fear as Fell Creatures fought against Narnians. Both sides were fueled by pure adrenaline, combined with emotions running high.

Lililtu growled, sinking her teeth into the leg of a Satyr and bringing him to his knees. He gave a cry of pain and swung a club at her side. Lililtu released his leg, jumped to the side, and quickly grabbed the arm holding the club in her jaws. The Satyr gave a loud shout and drew the attention of a Centaur, who didn't hesitate to come to his friend's aid.

Lililtu had to release the Satyrs arm in order to dodge the Centaurs broadsword, then slashed her sharp claws into the underbelly of the Centaur. He reared in shock, his front two hooves crashing dangerously close to Lililtu's head.

Lililtu leaped back, gasping for breath, before jumping back at the Centaur, ignoring the Satyr who had yet to return to his feet. She snapped at the Centaur's feet before giving three quick barks—a signal to the Pack to swarm together and attack.

Just as they had trained, the Wolves immediately left their opponents, many who were already dead or gravely injured and no longer considered a major threat, or even a minor one. Lililtu soon had half a dozen Wolves at her side.

Lililtu's left ear twitched: another order for the Wolves, who had already surrounded the Centaur. The Centaur shifted uneasily. He opened his mouth to call for help but Lililtu didn't give him enough time for a single sound to come from his mouth before lunging at him.

The force of seven strong, battle-trained Wolves brought the Centaur to the ground, but the Centaur refused to surrender. He swung his sword, missing one light grey Wolf, Alala, from Lililtu's quick glance to her right, but successfully slicing the chest of Shiro, the only pure white Wolf in the Pack.

The Wolf to her left gave a furious howl of pain and shock, distracting Lililtu. She recognized that voice.

Abaddón.

Lililtu immediately ordered the Wolves to cover her retreat as she carefully picked her mate up by the back of his neck and dragged him toward the shadows of several trees. She laid him gently on the ground. He was clearly having difficulty breathing, and a large gash ran across his left side.

"Abaddón," Lililtu whimpered. She tried putting pressure on his wounds to stop the bleeding but found the gash was too long and too deep.

"Lililtu," Abaddón moaned. Lililtu had to lean closer in order to hear his next words. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" Lililtu asked softly, unwilling to admit to herself what was happening.

"I… won't be there." Abaddón said, licking his mate's cheek while she was so close to him.

Lililtu returned the favor. "Yes, you will. You will be there. You have to be."

"Too… late."

"Don't leave me, Abaddón!"

"Take care of them."

Lililtu didn't have to ask who he meant. She nodded and promised she would.

Abaddón closed his eyes. "I love you, Lililtu."

"I love you too, Abaddón," Lililtu tried to blink the tears away.

Abaddón took one last shuddering breath before he went completely still.

Lililtu howled up at the sky. She was joined by the rest of the Pack, a symphony of mourning and grief.

Lililtu gave her mate one last lick before leaping back into the fray of the battle, intent on giving Abaddón his revenge.

Alala-sister of Ares

Shiro-silver