She clutched the worn looking piece of paper in her hand, it trembling slightly as she put her hand to her mouth and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. It couldn't be true. It was a lie, a cruel one at that. she had been with poor Brianna only weeks ago. It was not possible she was dead, not when she remembered speaking to her on the phone days ago. It was such a short letter too and from the King of Werewolves, abrupt and to the point when informing Sandra of Brianna's death. Didn't he care how much Brianna had meant to her? How could he be so cruel and not inform her personally at least face to face instead of a stupid letter. Her heart hurt and her head throbbed from all the crying she'd done and continued to do.
She sniffled, the paper already soaking wet from her tears as she s
