• The sky was softening from blue to shades of pink and orange that had the barest hint of purple in them as the sun slowly started to sink below the horizon. Cat was leaning again the rail that surrounded the back

  • Cat stayed with Cyn for what must have been a few hours at least, dozing in between sleep and almost awake. She didn’t usually require much sleep as long as she had blood to sustain her, but she had been so long

  • The rhythmic staccato of fingernails against wood was the only sound Cat bothered to focus on right now. She needed to be left alone with her own thoughts because none of this made any sense. The victims seemed to

  • There were people in the streets, standing outside of their homes, sitting on the curbs, some who looked like they had just fallen down in shock and still weren’t able or willing to get up. Seven houses this time