Howl of the Wolf

Peaceful?

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The moonlight was shining down on the broken world. A flag decorated with a vicious, bloodstained wolf gracefully floated above the wreckage. The wind gave no sound, the windows were dark, and the town seemed abandoned. It was quiet... Probably too quiet, but Camila didn't care. She was thinking about her mission. Get in, get it done, get out. Don't get caught for no one will save you.

Crumple... Get in. Crumple... Get it done. Crumple... Get o- CRUNCH!

...Uh oh. I don't think that was a leaf. Camila thought as she walked down the long, dark alley near the center of town and stepped on something squishy yet hard. She squeezed her eyes shut not wanting to see who or what she stepped on. She was so focused on the sounds of the night that she hadn't been looking where she stepped. She lifted her foot to find a new layer of dark red blood on her boots. Once Camila saw the owner of the blood, she wanted to gag, but knew any sound could give away her position. A dismembered body was scattered along the gravel road. The faint glow of the moon gave just enough light to see the corpse's bloody face which appeared to be one of a young boy. He's even younger than me... His limbs were spread out along the alley on the cold, hard ground and worn wooden crates with so much blood that it looked like someone could have painted with it. While investigating the scene of the crime, Camila heard a quiet tap that sounded like someone used the tip of their nail to suddenly touch a metal surface and then let it ring. She felt a chill run down her spin as she quickly ducked behind one of the old crates and didn't come out for another minute and a half as every member of Wolf Gang was taught. She began to peek out from the crate when she heard the tap once again, but this time louder. She scrambled back behind the crate and and squeezed herself in to make her even smaller than normal. The tap was heard once again, but this time from the opposite side of the alley. Camila took out her pocket knife and put up her hood on her favorite oversized hoodie hoping she would fade into the shadows. She started to sweat but stayed as still as possible. She had to bite her lip to hold in her scream when she heard the tap right in her ear. It's alright, stay calm. Stay calm. Remember what father taught me. Stay c-