Catherine sank lower into her chair. Her mother had just died. It happened. Right in front of her. One second, she had a mother, then she didn't.

She clutched her mother's crucifix for dear life.

She was not what one would call 'religious'. Sure, on Easter and Christmas perhaps, but...

but now how could she?

"Don't forget, Cat, to have faith."

It seemed so silly now. Like believing in faeries. The problem with believing in faeries is that when faeries exist, so do monsters.

Monsters with glowing yellow eyes, and fangs... and sharp claws.

Catherine shook her head. The police around her gave her hope, strength, it felt like she could trust them. Have some faith in their methods, in their abilities.

Someone's drawer shut too loudly. Catherine's heart leapt into her throat as she remembered the 'pop-pop' that ended her mother's life. Ironically, her mother had nothing to say about how to react to death.

The crucifix bent in Catherine's fingers. So flimsy.

After an eternity, an officer dropped by to tell her they had nothing. So much for faith in the process.

Her life shattered, her mind numb, Catherine tried to get her head around something, anything to ground her. Anything out there to believe in.

There was one thing she did believe in; yellow eyes in the dark. That, that she knew would always be there.

That she could take on faith.