Rising Shadows [Dark Huntress, Scarsmate, and Redkite]

[RedKite]

(LOL, awkward! missed you today, darn! Only by an hour to, PLEASE COME ON Again, I'M sorry, I HAD AN AFTER_SCHOOL CLUB! )

As expected, Septimus did not turn up. Neither did Issabelle, although rumors were that she had gone...The other news was that Septimus hadn't been seen since Rowen....

[Scars Mate]

Rivera and Rotan turned up early, pulling their friends aside and briefing them on what happened.

'It was horrible,' shuddered Rivera, pulling her shawl tighter around herself. 'Its face- was purely terrified.' She shivered again, and would have cried if she could.

'We need to know what's going on. I believe Eden has some leads.' Rotan said, gesturing to the young werewolf, who nodded in response.

[RedKite]

Septimus walks slowly, the cold biting at his skin as he trudges through the forest. He stops outside the house, wondering whether or not to go in. He decides against it, but listens through a window outside.

[Scars Mate]

Eden cleared her throat, before speaking.

'We saw- people. Walking away from your house. We figured they were staff, but we found out they weren't... But it was too late.' She looked down at her lap sadly, as if she were unbearably ashamed of the matter.

'What did they look like?' Tried Rotan. Elijah spoke instead.

'One had flaming hair. The other was a blonde. Witches.'

[RedKite]

Septimus curses under his breath, it had been a witch that gave him the demon curse before.

[Scars Mate]

Rivera dropped her glass. It shattered onto the floor, millions of splinters of glass cascading over the floor. She turned to her mate.

'Hyrati and Angelrisa,' she said quietly.

[RedKite]

Septimus scowls, the names rang a bell.

[Scars Mate]

Eden swallowed.

'They- smelt.' She faltered. 'Of demon.' Rivera rook a sharp breath.

'That's bad. Very bad.'

[RedKite]

Septimus chokes and everyone inside hears him, his eyes widen and he morphs into a wolf.

[Dark Huntress]

Everyone turned sharply towards the noise, a pink flush creeping into Rowen's cheeks and Ramzy's arm moving around her, which she knocked away. Rhavyn turned back to Rivera. "That is not good." Rowen bites her cheek, remembering the perfume shop.

"Perhaps," she says slowly, "they own stores in London. Like herbs or medicine or perfume, see here they could mix things without arousing suspicion."