The corpse was none other than the woman they had spoken to that morning. The woman who didn't believe in the ritual anymore, the one who's name Althea hadn't bother asking.
Her horrified face stared up at Althea, she was frozen in time. Blood covered her forehead and dripped from her hair. Althea's stomach revolted.
"Althea!" Daniel growled, she looked up and saw him leaping towards her, shifting into his midnight wolf midair and tackling someone next to her.
She tumbled out of the way as Daniel pawed at the elder who was a second away from tackling Althea to the ground. She heaved and coughed at the sudden blur of action around her. Daniel was cautious of not tearing him apart, he was an important person in the town.
"That was a d**k move." She glowered. It wasn't specified what
