AARON.
Suddenly, someone screamed from the dining area, startling everyone in the kitchen. One of my colleagues almost dropped her frying pan of bruschetta, and it'd have been a total mess.
I walked towards the dining area, scanning the room for any source of danger. A woman stood on the far end, towards the entrance. She was wearing a pink straight gown, with a hat and dainty shoes.
Fancy.
There was one wrong thing though. She was bleeding, and her eyes didn't look human. They were wide with excitement, and had this faintish glow I knew no one else could see.
She definitely wasn't a werewolf, but she wasn't human.
“What's wrong ma'am?” I asked, walking cautiously towards her.
“Don't! She's crazy!” A young man yelled from behind me, but I ignored him. The woman looked like she was
