He was gone before she read the words on the paper. It was a list of names, in four even columns. Most of them she didn’t recognize, but near the top were several she did. Friends and family. Some school acquaintances she hadn’t seen since high school or earlier. There was no indication what the names meant. The threat was left unspoken. But those vacant eyes gave Rebecca a glimpse of a deeper story. They had done something truly dangerous, and the normal rules of engagement didn’t apply here. Werewolves weren’t the only things lurking in the dark.
