AMELIA
This is a genuine disaster, I thought, clutching the hot cup of tea in my hands in a futile attempt to chase away the chill that had crept into my bones. That chill didn't come from an actual low temperature - it was anxiety, and worry.
Gunther - that was the name of the Blauer Mond who'd died. He'd been killed, and his wounds weren't compatible with those of a wolf or any of the types of shifters in the area.
A monster.
It was probably childish and silly to call the creature that had attacked and killed Gunther like this, but I couldn't describe it in any other way: the members of the Royal Guard were carefully chosen, and the selection was extremely hard - only the best wolves passed it. And considering that Gunther was one of them ... only a genuine monster could have kil
