A couple of days past and still Brigitte was in her wolf form. Ghost kept floating around and saying odd things. Nothing unusual for her, but to Brigitte she seemed different. A sort of eerie vibe but not the whole dead scenario. 'What is she planning?' Brigitte asked her self. An ache went through her and she knew it was time to change back. ' Shit, that hurt.' Brigitte walked out of the kitchen and out to the back yard. Ghost opened the door for her. 'I didn't know ghosts could do that...huh' Brigitte strolled threw the endless woods until night fall.
"She is up to something you know." Ginger said. "I had a hunch that you might know that." Ginger laughed to herself. Brigitte snarled and kept walking. There was a movement in the bushes near by, Brigitte sniffed the air. She found a rabbit and killed it.
At the hotel Brigitte had occupied police came in. They found the place in shreds. "My god ..." one of the police men said. Pamela and George walked in. Pamela gasped and George shook his head. A police man walked in from the bath room and said "Is this your daughter's bag?" "Yes." Pamela said teary eyed , George held her. Pamela looked at the door propped up on the wall and saw blood and she began to cry. Police took a swab to the door and other places were blood was seen. It had been so long since Brigitte's parents had seen her. At first they weren't she who it was that was in there basement. Then Pamela looked into the creatures eyes and knew it was Ginger.
Brigitte sat alone in the woods and stared at the stars and moon.