((I know the picture is large but Its what they had.)) Lucy awoke in the morning to the sound of the town bell ringing. "Another Killing." Lucy got up out of bed and grabbed her red cloak and walked outside. Lucy lived in a small village, not many people lived there anymore, since the killings. Lucy's family had a descents of people who could speak to beasts. like the ones that killed her villagers Lucy's great grandmother was the first, when this type of thing had just started with the wolves and all. Lucy had never really been into wolves or animals for the most part, but because her family was of such importance to the village, she had to have an interest. Lucy walked into the town. There was a dead body right in front of the church, it was the priest. "weird." Lucy said to her self. Wolves ussualy avoided the church, most people believed it was because they were creations of the devil, Lucy though they just preferred not to go there. The Villiage council was already there, so was her mother and father. She walked up to the council and the council just stuck up there noses. The council always seemed jealous of Lucy's family. Lucy knelt down and looked at the body, a scratch right across the face, and eye. It was a reaping, wolves only attacked and left this mark when it was to warn some one. The town had recently been going on hunts, to find wolves and kill them. I guess the wolves knew. Lucy stood back up and told the council and shrugged her shoulders. It was sad that the priest had dies, but it wasn't like she could bring him back, she wasn't a witch doctor. She looked over at the corner and noticed a boy she had never seen standing off in the distance, staring at the body.