SUNDAY JUNE 24TH...
... all happiness comes at a cost in Fenrir's Wood. The beautiful summer weather and the fun event at the lake, with a murderer on the loose, seemed like a bad idea. Even if groups of people banded together to protect each other. Even if the Council made sure to keep an eye out.
That still did not stop it from happening.
A dark-headed woman stood at the edge of the lake just before dinner time, anyone near her would've said she looked like she was in a trance. Nobody was in the water anymore, a few people lingering at the edge, up to their ankles.
There was a loud plop as the Empty Spot appeared, a sudden surge of Magic several meters off of the coast. Humans and Werewolves did not feel it, but any Witch even within a hundred meters could sense that it was off, could find the sudden pressure of too many spirits rush through their whole body.
They had no time to register exactly what had happened before the screams started and the bodies turned up. Ten of them, laid out on the coast near the Lord's Wood, and a message in the sand written - as one police officer was quick to noticed - with red paint.
this is where it started.
While the police started their surge for the murder, hoping to find them back in the woods, the Council was left to deal with the new Empty Spot, and a first possible connection to its creation. The dark-headed woman was no other than Evanora Ray.














