Luc' 12

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The scene was set. Was there anything else to be done? Probably not. Luc’ looked at his hands. It was his imagination that showed him his wolf in the blood coating his hands. It had to be. I hate blood. Luc’ growled in spite of himself and turned away from the scene he had set out. Erin Ravenheart…I am sorry.

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“What the hell is this?” Erin attempted to pull his arms out of the guard’s grasp.

          “Erin Ravenheart, you are under arrest for the murder of three children and their mother.”

          “What?” Erin shouted, obviously aghast.

          Luc’ lay himself down on the other side of the street in wolf form and whined. I am so sorry, Erin Ravenheart. He visually followed two guards drag Erin down the road and lock him into a cart drawn by a horse. Soon, Master. Soon. He whined thinking about it. Master was too far away right now. For a long time he would stay that way. Who knew for how long?

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“He’s a big fellow,” some stranger commented walking by. Luc’ lay in wolf form on his belly in the dirt. It was hot but the dirt was cooling. Curse being a wolf when he needed to be. He panted continuously even in shadow. The gallows were being put up. Luc’ averted his eyes elsewhere. The rope would strangle Erin, his own guilt may strangle him yet. The whole thing was a noose waiting to ensnare. Your trial will be short, Erin Ravenheart. He sighed. They have already decided your guilt.