Kara.
Daisy is hastily back beside me. I look at her in confusion, and she has the same look on her face. Our eyes meet before they turn back to the window. She is walking carefully in front of me, me, following behind her tail.
We are heading towards the window. Getting to it, she slides the curtains to one side, bringing up the full view of the outside. A kind of dust is falling from the sky. It's not like the occasional falling snows that comes at times. We are nearing winter period already.
"Is that..."
"Snow?" Daisy takes the talk from me.
"Yes?" I am questioning back. Both of us not sure yet.
Suddenly, she turns back, at me, "it's not snow," she has a frightened look on her robotic face, "it's the rain of war. The Werewolves are coming." She, telling me, my eyes widening at
