Bearclaw Valley distant stars come in black or red.

The sounds were horrifying—but it needed to be done.

He shouldn’t have been so close, he shouldn’t have tried to raise a clamor; a mantra she found herself repeating like a thought until it would take root. If it would. Blood rushed her ears uncomfortably, her own pulse far from a comfort as she found herself twisting away.

What was done was done and safe to say, she did not want to incur any wrath for being apart of the gathering. The turn of the dark woman off somewhere to her side only bolstered her perceived wisdom, and Phoebe too quit the scene just as silently as she had come upon it.