Ana & James & Open
Ana made a noise of disgust in the back of her throat. "None of you are this sloppy," she agreed. "What, are they going to go through group by group? What's next, drowning one in a cauldron to frame the witches? This is a fucking cartoon, at this point."
The smell of the blood was making her fingertips itch. She could feel her claws just beneath the surface, wanting to come out and find something to tear into. She'd take a deer, she wasn't picky. She swallowed hard and forced her beast to settle. The full moon was only two days off, and these constant surprises weren't helping anything.