The roaring screams of Katherine echoed in the field and the silence of the night. Katherine could feel the dirt under her body cake into her clothes as she twitched on the ground in pain. The sensation just kept rolling over her in waves, and then all of a sudden it stopped.
The room was deadly silent as everyone took in their surroundings. Katherine’s eyes couldn’t seem to break from the tooth.
“..D-do we know who that is? I-I thought you said a curator doesn’t usually kill?!” She asks a bit frantically as she turns to Kristen and her brother
The days to come were uneasy to say the very least. There was a clear vibe that crept through the town that something was off. It started off slow but picked up as the days stretched into a week since the veil began to weaken.
The sound of low, mumbled, and pained groans echoes in the darkness of a 2 story home. The sound of rumbling thunder and heavy downpour echo outside. It was mid-day but due to the heavy storm clouds, it felt as it is were approaching evening. Going through the house, one would quickly gather that the sounds were coming from the attic. The attic was lit up enough to make out the figure who was curled up on the floor. Kyle looked frightfully pale with a very harsh shiver wracki
It didn’t take long to get back to Nathan’s house. The walk back was quiet, which Katherine was sure was surprising to her pack. She could feel their eyes on her at random intervals during the walk back. It wasn’t that she didn’t have questions, that much was for sure. She just knew that this was a conversation that would be easier done back at the house. And man did she have a lot of questions… So it was almost a physical relief to be back in the house and upstairs again in
