Aftermath

~Imogene~

I continue to attack her with my phantom wolves, making sure they bite everywhere, ripping her skin apart. I can feel the power flowing through me, and I love it. I flex my fingers, watching the blue spark on my fingertips. I point to a rock and watch it float in the air. I move it over her head and let it drop. It didn’t hit her as much as I wanted; the edge clipped her. I will take what I can get.

I glide over to her body and kick at her side. She doesn’t move or groan. Her body is covered in cuts, some deeper than others. The wound on her head is deep. I can see white in the center, so I’m guessing that might be skull showing through. All the cuts are leaking profusely, and I’m glad about that. The blood is pooling beneath her, the puddle getting bigger and bigger. I set my feet on the ground and turn, walking back through the woods.

I take my time to get back to the party. Just as I figured, everything is as I left it. I walk to the back of the packhouse, standing in t