The Little Lockwood

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EDITED

Third person POV

As Debria speeds back through the forest towards the bayou she shifts into her wolf. After almost ten months of fighting the urge to become her inner animal, she gets to be free.

Ripping through the air she leaps and as she lands, she's on all fours, her claws digging into the ground as she tears it away to speed faster. Her black fur pressed against her wolf body she's going so fast.

When she reaches the edge of the wolf village she once had power in, she stalks silently through the little walk ways. Looking for Torrance, Brad, and Levi.

But she comes upon a different scene, her men steeping ropes in barrels of wolfsbane, wearing protective gloves to avoid getting burned themselves.

A low growl comes out of her mouth as she approaches Brad and Levi, along with two other men who's namesake couldn't recall, but she knew they were also part of the pack.

They all snap their heads to look up at her large wolf form.

"Debria? What are you doing in your wolf form?" Brad asks, fear in his eyes at being caught.

She shifts immediately back into a human, her eyes glowing bright silver,

"I know what you two and Torrance are planning." She snaps at them angrily.

Levi steps forward making her whip her head to face him.

"You are our queen Debria, we'd never do anything to hurt you," Levi tries to act innocent, but his hammering heart gives him away to the Lycanthrope.

Debria scoffs,

"Sure. Where is Torrance anyways?" She asks them, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Right here," He says from behind her, making her stiffen in surprise and spin around in a flash.

"Sudden moves make me jumpy, and homicidal," Debria barks at Torrance who just chuckles darkly,

"I wouldn't do that again."

"Try me little Alpha," Torrance says to her darkly before rushing at her, taking her by surprise and slamming her into the ground.

She grunts in pain as he slams her again and again into the hard forest floor. But in a flash she's out from under him and gone.

Torrance gets up, dumbfounded at where she went, he looks to the other werewolves and they shrug.

Then Torrance grunts in pain, his eyes losing life quickly as he falls forward onto his face.

And there is the beloved werewolf queen, Debra, standing behind him with his bloody heart in her hands. Blood covering her hand and forearm as is rushes from the dead heart down to her elbow.

She drops the heart to the ground and looks amongst the rest of them, smirking darkly,

"Who's next?"

On the opposite side of New Orleans, Klaus awakens with a gasp for air. Rage rakes through his body.

Debria snapped his neck hours ago, she's already long gone.

Sitting upright, he looks to see Hope still sleeping peacefully in her crib.

But then his eyes immediately see the individual three letters on the rocking chair. And dread sets into his chest at the sight of them. Heaving himself off the floor, he getup and takes them in his hands and he sees Debria's handwriting on the tops of each of them.