Ravensblood Forest The one that will occasionally openly steal babies

there was her cue. 

astara rose in time to hear the sick crack of skull and bone. a glance in merrick’s direction and she knew the outcome of that disastrous noise; the boy’s body spilled across the ground, limp.

the wraith did not immediately set in on their new victim then. she stood over the boy, a thin sneer across her features as she met merrick’s prideful gaze.  with a flicker of her indigo gaze, astara seemed to ask: now what?