47: Ansel's POV

As we are helping clean up the aftermath of the council's going away party, I look over to see my father and mother. They are seated next to each other, but they look distant. Neither has spoken to the other all night, they do not look at each other. Thinking back to my childhood I can not reember a time when they acted like this. My father was always doting on my mother, he held her hand anytime they were near each other. To see them acting like this, like they are strangers is odd. 

Suddenly my father is on his feet, running across the dance floor towards a girl, I think she said her name was Molly. The trash bag she was filling up split in half, before anyone else could react my father was on the girl. His claws extended, he raked his claws down her face, and across her stomach. He tears the girl to shreds. I am caught completely off guard, I never would have thought my father would react like this... I don't know what to do now.

Before I can think of what to d