This is how it ends
Ai has been used for translating the story from dutch to english.
Amy pov
I sat with my knees pulled up against my hard, round belly, my hands pressed tightly over my ears. On the other side of the door, the screaming and groaning continued with the same intensity. I heard members of my pack running, falling, howling, gargling. The stench of fear and blood seeped through the cracks of the door. It went on for hours, perhaps days; I had lost all sense of time.
I was hidden inside the closet, crammed between brooms and cleaning supplies. With all my might, I focused only on the fluttering deep within my belly. The pressure of my pulled-up legs against my body made me feel my little one even more intensely. As if she were protesting against the restriction of her movement.
Even when it had grown silent outside, I did not dare to move, to stand up, or to open the door. I knew what I would find on the other side, and I couldn’t bear it.
At the same time, I was terrified for my little one. I, too, should have fallen ill; I should have died, yet here I was. It wasn’t possible; this virus spared no one. Would I still get sick if I went outside? Would my little one die before she had ever seen the sunlight?
For weeks, an unknown virus had been raging across the world. If you came into contact with it, your fate was sealed. There was no medicine, no cure, and it decimated packs and human communities alike.
My pack, the Dark River pack, had retreated and severed all contact with the outside world. I was an Omega, normally tasked with restocking supplies, but like the rest, I hadn't been allowed to leave. I had found that agonizing.
Life as an Omega here was hard. The hierarchy was strict, and there was no respect given to those at the lowest rung. Your services could be demanded for anything. From one such demand, I had become pregnant. Going to the human village for supplies had been my only freedom.
And also the moments spent with the healer. Maya had been like a mother and a teacher to me. She had taught me everything about herbs and their medicinal properties, about nature and the growing of plants. Every moment I could slip away, I spent with her. She was respected, and with her, I was safe.
But even all her knowledge hadn't been enough to keep the virus from us. As soon as one of our warriors showed the first symptoms—fever and breathlessness—our fate was essentially sealed.
This was only three days ago, but the world as I knew it no longer existed. Why I was still here, I didn’t know. But as long as I felt life within me, I had only one choice: to keep going.
My stomach growled loudly, and I felt faint. My little one needed nourishment, and for that, I had to eat. Whether I wanted to or not. My body screamed for hydration and food.
Slowly, I tried to rise; my arms and legs tingled and stung from sitting in one position for so long. With my hand on the doorknob, I tried to summon some courage. Keep my eyes down, don’t breathe through my nose so I wouldn’t have to smell the scent of death, and walk straight to the front door.
The plan was clear, but the execution was not. I pushed the closet door open as far as it would go and felt a body lying against it. Even with my eyes cast down, I saw dead pack members—werewolves I had known my entire life. Regardless of their rank or strength, the virus has spared no one, except me so far.
There was blood on the floor, shattered vases, and overturned furniture. Stumbling and gagging, I reached the front door. Outside, the cold air hit my face, but I welcomed it. Anything was better than seeing, smelling, and feeling what was inside.
I walked to the supply shed. There were dead bodies outside, too, but further away; I could avoid them. Once inside the shed, I dared to take a deep breath for the first time. Due to the isolation, the supplies had already dwindled significantly, but there was still enough to fill my stomach. I didn't think any further than that; it was too overwhelming.
