CATHERINE.
I watch as the bodies are taken down from the stakes and lined up on the floor to be covered with white sheets.
Just how perverse and demented must one be to be capable of such evil?
These are people's daughters, mates, sisters.
Someone's family.
"Cathy, " Damon calls out as he walks towards me, cutting off my view to the ghastly sight. "Don't look."
"Damon, what are we going to do about them?" I ask.
He smiles at me at the use of the word "we" before it fades away.
"I don't know. The normal and sane thing to do is to find out where they all came from and inform their packs and families. But as Mel said, I am already a threat and a cause for worry to mist packs. It is unlikely they would believe me. They could decide to use this as justification to attack us."
"Some mig
