Aurora's Angel

by Emily Noon

but that was where the similarity ended. Metallic shelves containing a multitude of jars and small boxes lined one wall. There was a long table with a draining hole under which rested a metal bucket and a big meat hook hung from the ceiling attached to a pulley system. Laid out neatly on a table with lots of drawers, Aurora saw an array of scalpels, saws and other equipment made to cut flesh and bone. She tried to remain detached as she scanned the contents of the jars, noting the labels and how the piles of bones and skulls were sorted according to the type of shifter. She forced herself to open the refrigeration unit to have a look and shuddered at what she saw. The anger she’d held in check