Schutzhund-Chick94

 I once had a vision of peace, that hunters and werewolves could live in harmony, with no fighting or bloodshed. I was so close to seeing my dream being achieved, but now it's gone… My vision had gone, and with it came a new dream, a dream of revenge, bitterness and eventually total destruction. I have regained my sight, but it doesn't matter: I am alone now. The fight that was waged against us is now over, and the body count totals to one: the only other person I have ever cared about—gone; the two young men I saw as sons—gone. I look back and wonder "Was this all worth it?" And now I say no: What use is  sight when you can'