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| Unguardable (Working Title) Chapter One The ground squelched as Shoshana Cox walked toward the corpses, glancing down she noticed blood seeping up on top of her boot. There was gore everywhere. Five deer slaughtered -- decapitated and disemboweled, right next to a children’s playground. The senseless massacre caused Shoshana’s hackles to rise. They had to get this scene cleaned up before the news teams came out. She didn’t want them warping the story for their own political agenda. They would blame Satanists, which were fiction, or blood witches, which weren’t, but it wasn’t either group. A newly turned werewolf undetected by the pack had gone on a rampage. Tracking the noob had been simple, she shifted to wolf form and followed the scent of blood and bile. Now the tranquilized lycanthrope was sleeping in the back of the secured truck and she was ensuring that the clean-up team didn’t leave any deer bits about for some unsuspecting five-year-old to find in the morning. The witch on their clean-up team would take care of the blood as soon as there were no more body parts lying about. “Hey Cox,” came a voice from behind her. A young man wearing the blue uniform of a council enforcer was walking toward her. His spicy scent told her he was a witch, although not a strong one. She turned back toward the scene. Since he wasn't pack, she owed him no honorifics. “Councilor Hoyt is looking for you.” Flaring her nostrils, she flashed him her best ‘go die’ stare. “Hey! Don’t shoot the messenger!” he exclaimed, backing away from her and almost falling onto the blood soaked grass. “What does Hoyt want?” she growled. “I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “He just told me where to find you.” “Go tell Hoyt, I’ll be there after I’m finished cleaning up,” she said, turning back toward the crime scene. “He seemed – She looked over her shoulder, allowing him to see the wolf lurking behind her eyes. This scene was gory and a lesser pack member would have given in to hunger already. She didn’t need some office peon provoking her. “I’ll just let him know you’ll be in as soon as your done here,” he stammered as he backed away. Giving him a curt nod, Shoshana turned back to the job of making sure the neighborhood children wouldn’t be traumatized by finding Bambi bits on their playground. Word Count: 395 |
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