It was months later and Lord Marshall was walking up and down the room again, doing angry eights this time.
“We are not going to get away with this!” He looked at his wife, Lady Eva, and their baby child. “If the pack finds out about her, it won’t just kill her, but us too! I told you, it was bad luck!”
Eva clutched her arms around the sleeping kid and gave Lord Marshall an angry stare. “Let them come, then. I will not let them kill Aurora!”
“You can’t fight off the whole pack, Eva! They’re too strong!” Eva looked at the floor, so he wouldn’t see her expression. He put his hand on her shoulder and said: “We can’t hide her any longer, Eva. They’re already getting suspicious.” She looked up, tears in her eyes and froze at the sight of his cold expression.
“There is no way we can protect her, Eva. Or us.” He leant closer and his eye started to twitch “We have to get rid of her, Eva.”
“No!” She jumped up and shielded Aurora with her arms.
Her husband stepped towards her. She stepped back.
“It’s for our safety, Eva”, he whispered with a strange, worried grin.
“She’s your daughter!”
“She’s just bad luck!”, he shouted, sprang forward and tried to grab Lady Eva’s arm, but she jerked back, squeezing Aurora to her chest. They circled each other, like animals preparing for a fight.
He smiled again. “What makes you think that?”
“Why did you kill Delbert?”
“Because it had to be done. He knew too much. The damned bastard was going to betray us.”
The tears started rolling down Eva’s cheeks. “He was just leaving to get a new job!”
“He lied! And the bloody maid too! I did it for our own safety!”
“Our safety? You are forgetting your daughter!”
“My daughter? This”, he pointed an accusing finger at the baby “is just a filthy mutation!”
He suddenly jumped, changing shape in mid-flight, but Eva reacted quickly and leapt out of the way, changing shape as well. She ran through the open door and Aurora swung back and forth in her mouth, crying.
Eva could hear him approaching, but she would never give up. She accelerated and darted down the stairs, into the entrance hall and out of the next open window. But still, Lord Marshall was catching up.
The two wolves jumped down the rocky hill, from stone to stone, getting even faster. In a desperate attempt on escaping, Eva sprinted between the thick trees and turned a sharp left, towards the river. She heard her husband rushing through the forest. He’d headed the wrong way.
They were safe. For now.