Bloodied Hands

Where could she be?” She asked, crying as she ran her hands through her hair, tears running down her face.

“This is unlike her, Alena would never spend the night elsewhere. David, do something!” She yelled at her husband.

“I’m doing all I can Hannah!” He yelled back. “We spent all of last night with our warriors searching through the forest. What more can I do?”

She fell to the floor crying. “My darling girl,”

The door opened and a man stepped into the house holding up a pair of dainty sandals, Alena’s mother immediately jumped up at the sight of it. She dragged it from his hands and stared at it, her mouth quivering.

“David,” She called, “these are Alena’s.” And she looked up at her husband with frightened eyes.

Beta David moved closer to his wife and held one from the pair in his shaky hands, the strap was cut and it was dirty, stained with brown from sand, and his chest tightened.

“What if she has been kidnapped?” His wife asked. “What if those damn vampires have gotten her?”

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