The door slams behind me and I slide down the old wood. My fingers are trembling and my hands are covered with thick, jammy blood. I don’t know what happened. I think Sven put me in here.
I don’t know why he put me in here. There must’ve been a death. A human death. I try to remember, although I’m struggling. Whenever a wolf changes, there’s always half an hour where you’re purely a wolf. No human emotions, no human memories.
This is the most deadly time to be a wolf. Depending on how many packs there are in the woods, it can be quite literally Kill or be killed. So many murders have gone unsolved in the woods. I still find it hard to believe that it was only last year that George had butchered that village boy, Samuel.
I hear a sharp rap on the door, and I realise that I’m in a priest’s hole. I hear a voice. “I’m DCI Johnson. I’m investigating the potential murder of Scarlet Blake.”
“Oh!” replied a young female voice. “Where was she found?”
“In the woods out the back of your property.”
“The woods you say? Are you sure she was murdered? It could’ve been the wolves.”
“Yes. When I was five, my sister was taken by the wolves.”
“Your sister?” I couldn’t see anything. I imagined that he was recording he every word.
“Yes. My sister was twelve at the time.”
“Was her body ever found?”
“What was her name?”
“Astrid. Astrid Ballinger.” I have to use every ounce of my self-control to stop myself from screaming out. Of all the houses, Sven chose the one which housed young Jasmine. I don’t think I’ve seen her since I was turned, since she was five. I imagined that Johnson had stopped her writing to look at Jasmine sharply. “You sure?”
She sighed. “I was investigating that case.” She paused. “Some of her DNA was found at the scene.” I felt myself shaking.
“That’s impossible. She was killed by the wolves.”
“Are you sure?”
“What do you mean?” Jasmine’s voice went very frigid.
Johnson matched her voice with equal coldness. “Her body was never found.”
So, there’s a little post for you about Astrid the Werewolf. I told you you won’t see these characters for the last time. Don’t worry, there’ll be another short story/poem/whatever-I-feel-like-writing very soon.
I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything for a while. Life took over. But I will post very soon to make up for it.
– The Empress