All Chapters of True love's first kill: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

We spend the day in the smallest of the castle's ball rooms with the children, making paper flowers, butterflies, and snowflake's to cover the walls. The smaller children simply scribble on paper with random colors, insisting that their art work also be taped up onto the walls. We serve them lunch in this room, finger sandwiches cut in the shapes of hearts, stars, and circle's, which I imagine must be the only cookie cutters the right size that Miss Frankie could find. We also have chips, cut fruit, and carrot sticks. After lunch I teach the children how to make beads out of colored paper. Then we string them onto necklace's. The older children help me make a very very long paper chain, we hang it all across the room, from the walls, the chandelier's, and the candle brackets near the doors. By dinner time that evening the whole room looks like a craft's store threw up in it. There is rather a mess of crayon writing on the walls, and paint spilled on the dance floor's. But th

I race through the hall ways, fighting to keep from shifting. I have never this emotional as a werewolf, I was always just a human, now I am fighting for control of my own body. I reach the doors and they are locked. Without even thinking about it, I break the lock's, throwing the doors open. I practially fall into the room, I look down at my feet to see a man on the ground, I can see that he is breathing, but other than that he is not moving.  I look around the room to see about one thrid of the adults on the ground. Children are standing over their parents immobile bodies, screaming and crying. I quickly take in those on the ground, people from each of the two packs that merged. The adults who remain awake are tring in vain to comfort the children, but they are not listening, and I can't blame them.  I reach out through the pack link, as the queen if I choose to I can feel both the emotions and the physical pain or sensations of the entire pack. As I reac

I hate that we still need to use animal's to make our magic work, I chat with Micheal as we move then rest of the chickens. I learn alot talking to Micheal, like that Ri'elle hate's using animals for magic, and if there was any other way we would do that. However... since we are in the beginings of a war, and the enemy is using animals and humans both to make their magic work, we have no choice but to use animals as well. Ri'elle is working on finding another way for his spellwork to work other than animal sacrifice. Like alchemey, kinda, say we use flowers to make spell A work, and bones to make spell B work, but spell C has a similar effect to parts of spells A and B, but requires an animal sacrifice because it is stronger, or something. Micheal is suggesting that we could use flowers, bones, and something else to equal the animal without actually using any animals. Like a living tree in a pot, or a few peices of fruit, or some other kinds of flowers, or some combination of these.

I rush to the west tower, I have a bad feeling that something went wrong on Ri'elle's end. I race up the stairs and burst into the room, I find Ri'elle in the center of the room, spiritual energy fills the room, he is covered in his own blood, it looks as though the spirits are trying to rip him apart limb from limb. I know that if I siply rush to him the connection will be broken and his spell will backfire onto him completely. Right now I am thinking that maybe the spirits simply do not like the offering that he used.  I skirt around the edges of the room, being carefull not to touch any of the silks. I make my way over to the rabbits in their cages, I reach in and take out one, I slit its throa and coat myself in its blood, saying a quick cleansing ritual as I do. Then I take a few cautious steps towards Ri'elle, then the door bursts open again and I see Ansel with some warriors right behind him. "STOP!" I order. "Leave, go check on the pack, if you touch any

"Micheal, thank you for meeting me here. I didn't want to leave her alone while she is still asleep...Something strange happened last night, and it wasn't the first time... There is something wrong with her..." I tell him in a low voice.  "Okay, slow down and start from the beginning." Micheal tells me. "Okay, well... You know when we marked each other, tight?' I ask him, he nods and I go on. "Well, then on the first night we stayed in this room she made a big deal out of having sex, like it was the first time. And then she marked me again, and she had the same reactions to the marking as the first time." I tell him, then I pause and take a deep breath, I hate that I have to talk to Micheal about our sex life.  "Okay, but that was 2 nights ago, so what happened last night that made you call me here so early in the morning..?" Micheal asks me.  "She did the same thing, she initiated sex and then acted like it was the first time again. At