It was such a shame that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She knew we would come for her. We had seen her delicate face that night, hidden in the shadows, and she had seen what we did, her gasp of horror giving her away.
She was perfection, beauty, and oozed goodness, but that would not save her from us. No one could ever find out our secret, which meant we needed to get rid of her. But killing her wasn’t an option and scaring her into silence wasn’t as easy for a feat as we expected. She was strong and smart, doing whatever she could to evade us. Thus without even knowing it she turned it into a game, and so we became blood thirty wolves.
Run and we’ll find you. Keep our secret and you might live. That is until someone else finds out what we did…
