Reaper's Word

Isaiah moved down the hall and Beta came toward him. He stopped his nose going up and his ears perked up in a very canine manner.

"Hear something?"

‘A voice, female.’ Beta's mental voice said. Isaiah came toward him curious. He didn't hear anything. However he thought that perhaps there was a soft click of a door. Beta moved toward a door not ten feet from him. Isaiah opened it with his mind for him.

Beta went in with an easy stride and by the time Isaiah came to the door he had a black canister of some kind in his mouth. It smelled of Clair, the room did. She'd been in here and not long ago, minutes. He glanced around, she must have heard them and left quickly. Which told him there was a passageway in the wall in this room he didn't know about. She must have left in haste leaving this behind.

He opened the canister and moved to the large glass table in the room. He looked inside and saw paper. Her favorite pastime and he was interested to see what she had drawn this time.

"What do we have here?" He asked and Beta gave a whine and mental question.

"Drawings." He answered Beta's question for him. He was in dog form right now. It was just after sunrise and the sky was cloudy so the light didn't bother him so much yet. Not in this form. He pulled out the three drawings. The top one was of the house.

him holding the silver knives, his arm extended. Anger was plain on his face. The muscles in his arm defined and the blade just an odd

was she hiding that she could see these things? He turned to look

the wall but it was unblemished, nothing to tell him that it would open. He moved along it looking. He took a deep breath, her smell was here so close but it ended at the wall. She'd become scared and that made her scent disappear. What a unique defense mechanism. It made him question her capabilities, but

extreme emotions. No it was desire, he wanted what he seemingly could not have. It was starting to drive him insane. She was always so damn close

when I catch her." He said to Beta who blew air out of his nose. He was thinking that perhaps they should wait to catch her till after the moon. It

left the room. Isaiah walked up to the mirror looking at

in the wall here, the mirror wasn't full length but he lifted his leg up and managed to get into the crawl space putting the mirror back together so it

a slight annoyance, and pressure from

went to every room he knew she had seen him in, drawn

since the dance. He hadn't scented her either. Then again she seemed to have a natural defense that made her near invisible. It had happened before with a human, but not so well as it did with Clair. He just

were covered with the white snow. He was thinking about different things and the one occupant who was extremely elusive to him. Which was curious, he was trying to decide just

that one wasn't going to be a nice one for her. That was probably a good way