Amethyst Phoenix
It was a heart.
All the warmth enveloping me prior has been extinguished by cold water. Ice travelled through my veins, locking each muscle in place, and causing a chill up my spine. Blood, it was everywhere inside the box. Yet, it remained unscented. No one caught the metallic scent upon receival and delivery, which meant that the entire package is spelled to throw off our werewolf senses.
Blood soaked the bottom of the box and yet it didn’t leak onto my desk, droplets splashed upon the sides as if the heart was carelessly thrown in. I’ve seen hearts before, I’ve even torn them out myself but there was something eerie about receiving one disguised as a gift.
My face paled as I saw a folded beige card tucked at the corner, with shaky fingers I grabbed a hold
