All it took was less than an hour for a beautiful evening to be transformed into a funeral that no one would ever want to remember.
A lot had happened.
Tonight was supposed to be the best night in the werewolf world, but if this was the version of best that they could be accorded, then it was easier when they knew nothing about the best of both worlds.
The night had been peaceful.
There were no indications of the horror that it had suddenly been transformed into. Maybe there was a reason for this, but could there ever be a valid reason to slaughter this many people?
Was it even humanely justifiable by anyone or even anywhere?
Why was it that nothing good was ever planned before evil showed up?
Was it that they were a cursed species or anything?
The palace was littered with bodies upon bodies.
Rooms were blowing up.
