BLUE MOON
Heartbreaking.
Run, I tell myself but my legs are not mine to command, it moves me foward, closer to the body missing parts, slashes from claws, a breath excapes my lips, i see Martha, our pack healer, old Josefby the willow tree he likes to sit under, eyes closed with his chest ripped open.
Senior enforcer Stefan. Dead. In the middle of the street.
Just dead. Gutted.
Luna Cecil, ripped to pieces, I only recognize her form the arburn hair sticking out of a bloody pink sweater.
Bab Populer