Prologue
The rain whispered outside of the den, causing chills to crawl down Fallowstep's spine as she gathered the herbs she needed for departure. She made sure that she did not produce any noise as she weaved through the bundles of sleeping cats and slipped out of the entrance, allowing the rain to batter down onto her face.
This was it. This was the time. She had been anticipating this moment every night while she was huddled up in her nest, infuriated that something like this should happen, blaming herself for everything she caused, hating her own soul to the core for what she had done, determined to fix what went wrong…..
Frightened that everyone would find out who she truly was.
Since Fallowstep was young, she knew that something was abnormal about her. If any of the officials found out….if Falconstar found out….if anyone found out what she was, she would be slaughtered in an instant.
Cats like her were despised. Cats like her were executed. Because of who they were, the last thing they saw were teeth tearing into their throats. Fallowstep's heart raced as she approached the exit to the camp, shooting one last glance behind her. She had to do this, she had no choice. It was the only way she could save her sister.
Fallowstep took a deep breath, allowing herself to walk out and travel down the hill.
A raspy mew sounded behind her.
Welcome to hell.