As I took the photo, my hands began to shake for no reason. The photograph shows the body of a woman whose face is covered by a black cloth and the skin of her upper body is torn off. Her heart was an empty hole, her neck was deeply scarred, and her blood had turned black. A small blue handkerchie
Selena’s POV The Black Valley pack is surrounded by a forest where the trees are ancient and primeval. Thick clouds covered the broad sky, dyeing the trees black-green. The sky looked lower than usual, making people feel depressed. The damp, oppressive air enveloped us. As we walked, there was a
"There was no sign of the killer?" Charles asked, frowning, looking down at the body in the middle. The soldier shook his head sadly. "No... even if there were any clues, they were washed away by the heavy rain... Ten people have died, alas!" Their voices faded in the rain. A voice in my head is
Selena’s POV When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed, dressed in clean clothes. How did I get back? Who cleaned my body and changed my clothes? I don't remember any of it. All I remember is that we went to the forest. I saw Eva. Her body was covered with blood and scars, and she lay pale i
"There is few clues. Where do we start?" Louis exhaled a cigarette, his face barely visible behind the smoke. Billy pulls a picture from the file. It's a picture of the victim. "The only clue now is the pattern. Maybe we can start with it." "Yes." I nodded. "This symbol may be from a vampire. We
Selena's POV There was a rustle. My foot made a crisp sound on the dead branch. In the silence of the forest, the sound was very obvious, as if it had been magnified. My heart skipped a beat, but I caught my breath, pretended not to notice it, and went deeper into the forest as usual. I'm on p
I dare not stop. "Run! Run to safety, protect yourself. We'll be right there!" It looked like Charles and the others were on their way. I tried to run forward. My training worked. Without training, I would never have been able to run that fast or last that long. But it was so dark. There was no
Selena’s POV Just as Scar put his hand on my shoulder, a loud whistle cut through the air. "Get your dirty hands off her," said a stern voice. In the rain and fog, a man's figure gradually emerged. He was wearing a black coat. The collar of the white shirt was left open. He walked in the rain