~Quinn's P.o.V.~
"Ethan, could I talk to you for a momen..." I was cut off by a sudden, ear piercing scream. The iron smell of blood wafted through the air.
The words hung in my mouth as everyone stiffened in their seats. All thoughts went out the window and my wolf's primal instincts took over. Ethan was standing between me and the source of the scream in a protective stance. In order to fit the whole pack into the backyard, the tables were extremely close together, creating a labyrinth of chairs, cloth, and people. I darted around Ethan only to feel his fingers graze my arm only to fall away. I was weaving through the tables until I reached the stage. Deciding to take a little more control of the situation, and keep everyone as calm as possible, I jumped up on the stage.
"EVERYONE LISTEN UP," usually I would have been a little more patient and nice, but this was an exception, "All women, children, and elders need to go inside now! This is not a drill, all fighters be ready on a moments notice but protect those inside!"
Everyone began to scramble inside as Ethan caught up to me to try and stop me. I spoke before he could, "You are not going to stop me, I may not be the official Luna yet, but I will assume full responsibility for whatever happens to them."
"Okay, but I'm coming with you." His eyes were shifted almost fully to his wolf's, but the determination in them was clear as day. With a possible life on the line, I couldn't afford to stand here and argue with him, so spinning on my heel, I took off again.
Reaching the edge of the forest, I stopped dead in my tracks. I could not believe what I was seeing, it wasn't real, it couldn't be real. Could it? I wished it wasn't real, just some sick joke the boys were pulling. Much to my dismay, I was horribly mistaken.
Perched up in the tree, was a little girl, no more than 6 or 7 years old. Her hair was matted and tangled, her clothes tattered, and dirt covered her body. It took me a moment to realize it was Rose, the little girl who had died before I met the pack. I only knew about her from the way Ethan talked about her and showed me her pictures. He missed her so much, she was like a little sister to him. This couldn't be her, she was dead, she was dead.
A sick, sinister smile played on her lips as she realized that not only I was there, but Ethan. She let out another glass shattering scream before pulling continuing to slowly slice her arm with a razor. This was the source of the blood we had been smelling. There was a crazed look in her eye, and it was almost as though she didn't feel the razor piercing her skin, releasing the rich, red liquid. I watched in horror as I realized she was slowly, ever so slowly, now dragging the razor up her stomach, to her throat. She was swaying back and forth in the branches, much like a flag in a gentle breeze. From up in the tree, she began to sing. She began to sing a sick and twisted version of a song I used to sing with my best friends when I was her age. It's harmless lyrics twisted to fit a form they did not deserve. I couldn't run away, I couldn't move, something about this girl kept me standing there. I don't know what it was. Maybe it was her eyes, still big and innocent, not tainted by the world's cruelness. Whatever it was, it kept me there long enough to hear the whole song.
Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack,
She's dressed in black black black,
She has a knife knife knife,
Stuck in her back back back.
She cannot breathe breathe breathe,
She cannot cry cry cry,
That's why she begs begs begs,
She begs to die die die...
The blade, leaving a blazing scarlet path up her body, moved steadily towards her neck. I screamed out and sunk to my knees, the song replaying over and over in my head. Time slowed, I sat helplessly as the silver demon forever marked this once sweet little angel. Then, it struck its mark, blood pumped viciously from her now severed jugular vein. Her posture slumped more than before, and the light faded from her eyes. The razor fell to the ground, covered in her blood. With a final surge of effort, she spoke for the again.
The crow has landed.
With the few last seconds of her life ticking away, the girl's face suddenly contorted into that of pure agony. She no longer seemed crazed, or possessed, but it was like she was released from a trance. She opened her eyes, and they instantly locked with mine, "help me," she whispered, before she died. Before she finally had gone to the peace and serenity that came with her death.
Help me.
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Werewolf"Tell Alpha Ethan the crow has landed." The few words that would change everything, forever. Can Ethan keep his secret, or will it be brought out into the light? *On hold, my apologies*
