Disclaimer: I don't own Amara, Michelle or anyone else, minus Sirius.
"Someone, or something murdered a group of people walking home from a restaurant not far from where I found you." That's when it hit me. My cousin is accusing me of murder.
"And you think that I killed them?" cocking my head in disbelief.
"Not yet, but I am keeping you on my list of suspects. Breakfast is ready." She said, leaving me on the floor in our room.
In another five minutes, I was in the kitchen, reading the sports section of the newspaper my cousin "gave" me.
"Jelly?" she asked, referring to the toast she was making.
"No thanks." I replied, returning to the paper and my coffee. No sooner than the food was set down, Trista galloped in, always ready to eat.
"So, enjoy yourself last night." She said, turning to me.
"No, I didn't get to kill anything." That didn't come out right.
"Yes you did." She said, snatching the newspaper and showing me the front page.
"I Didn't Do It!" yelled in their faces. "Just Because I'm The Only Werewolf You Know Doesn't Mean I'm The One Who Killed These People!!!! Damn!!" I stomped out of the room, giving them the middle finger behind my back. Yeah, I was a little pissed.
An hour later, Michelle knocked on the door to our room, behind which I resided. Both Sirius, who had taken the liberty of comforting me, and I turned our heads to face the sound.
"Amara?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"What? Did you come to continue accusing me?"
"No," she said, obviously ashamed of what she said this morning. "I wanted to know if you and Sirius would like to come with Trista and I to the place those people were killed to find out who or what killed them." Sirius looked at me as if she knew what was said, her eyes pleading.
"Sure."
"Here." Trista pointed to the ground. "This is around the area stated in the newspaper."
I sniffed the spot she was pointing to. It smelled normal enough to my superior senses. I walked in a circle, trying to pick up any abnormal scent. Nothing. Just as we were about to give up, a breeze brought a slight hint of blood to the air. "Wait."
My cousin turned toward me. "What?" I turned and followed the scent, past the bush I hid behind last night, through the same trees I had run through, leading us right to the farm.
Michelle gave me an accusing look but dropped it when she remembered what happened this morning. The scent didn't lead into the farm where I had gone, however. Instead, it veered right, leading to the dirt road at the farm's entrance. On the road, smeared in the dirt, was where the smell was coming from. A deer or goat or something was lying mutilated on the road, it's head was gone, legs stripped down to the bone, the body shredded.
To be concluded..
Oh, Scary! *dramatic horror music plays in background* R&R, por favor!!!!!! That's please in Spanish if you're wondering.
"Someone, or something murdered a group of people walking home from a restaurant not far from where I found you." That's when it hit me. My cousin is accusing me of murder.
"And you think that I killed them?" cocking my head in disbelief.
"Not yet, but I am keeping you on my list of suspects. Breakfast is ready." She said, leaving me on the floor in our room.
In another five minutes, I was in the kitchen, reading the sports section of the newspaper my cousin "gave" me.
"Jelly?" she asked, referring to the toast she was making.
"No thanks." I replied, returning to the paper and my coffee. No sooner than the food was set down, Trista galloped in, always ready to eat.
"So, enjoy yourself last night." She said, turning to me.
"No, I didn't get to kill anything." That didn't come out right.
"Yes you did." She said, snatching the newspaper and showing me the front page.
"I Didn't Do It!" yelled in their faces. "Just Because I'm The Only Werewolf You Know Doesn't Mean I'm The One Who Killed These People!!!! Damn!!" I stomped out of the room, giving them the middle finger behind my back. Yeah, I was a little pissed.
An hour later, Michelle knocked on the door to our room, behind which I resided. Both Sirius, who had taken the liberty of comforting me, and I turned our heads to face the sound.
"Amara?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"What? Did you come to continue accusing me?"
"No," she said, obviously ashamed of what she said this morning. "I wanted to know if you and Sirius would like to come with Trista and I to the place those people were killed to find out who or what killed them." Sirius looked at me as if she knew what was said, her eyes pleading.
"Sure."
"Here." Trista pointed to the ground. "This is around the area stated in the newspaper."
I sniffed the spot she was pointing to. It smelled normal enough to my superior senses. I walked in a circle, trying to pick up any abnormal scent. Nothing. Just as we were about to give up, a breeze brought a slight hint of blood to the air. "Wait."
My cousin turned toward me. "What?" I turned and followed the scent, past the bush I hid behind last night, through the same trees I had run through, leading us right to the farm.
Michelle gave me an accusing look but dropped it when she remembered what happened this morning. The scent didn't lead into the farm where I had gone, however. Instead, it veered right, leading to the dirt road at the farm's entrance. On the road, smeared in the dirt, was where the smell was coming from. A deer or goat or something was lying mutilated on the road, it's head was gone, legs stripped down to the bone, the body shredded.
To be concluded..
Oh, Scary! *dramatic horror music plays in background* R&R, por favor!!!!!! That's please in Spanish if you're wondering.