In the outer parts of town where the cabin of lovers resides, what could be heard is the echoes of anguish. Getting louder and unbearable by the second. The air, that breezes up a bestrewn skin of garments made from leathers and feathers, brings with it uncomfortable humid from the largest flame the two werewolves have ever seen. Engulfing and burning the villages and the forest that they knew every part of, into nothingness. Into ashes.
When the moon has turned the color of blood, the chaos has come here, and graced them with its unwelcomed presence. Descended with colossal wings from above, but they are nowhere near the physical depiction of an angel. More like demons when they have wings.
Just days ago, many people have vanished from the villages. Aleah and Sue were never the town’s f
