Draven Fox

I stood in nana's backyard, looking at her lifeless body, as my mother cradled her head in her lap. She wasn't crying; no, she was staring at space, rocking back and forth as if her mind was slowly processing everything. Then she began mumbling the healing spell; it was almost as if she was slowly losing her mind without knowing it.

"Let go, mom," I said in a broken voice, my Adam's apple forcefully bobbing up and down over the lump that had formed.

"No, no, no," she whispered, then threw her head backwards and, in human form, let out an extremely loud howl that carried with it...