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In the wee of the morning, when the hours still belonged to nocturnal animals, a cool breeze blew across SeekHaven Island. It spoke of the new season when leaves were bursting forth in colors and the inhabitants would celebrate this year's bounty. It promised to be a beautiful day.
A scream shattered the calm. Those nearest jerked awake, threw on robes and ran out of their homes to find out what was going on.
"It sounded like it came from Holby's," said a villager. So the few of them grabbed lanterns and hurried up Riverside Path.
"Oh my," one said weakly. Before them lay Holby's door, it was torn off its hinges.
They ran into the little shack and a pitiful sight met their eyes. Holby, the pigeon-girl, was still in bed lying in a pool of her own blood. A faint gargled whisper escaped her lips.
"Were...", Holby whispered.
"Were..."
"Where's what, sweetie?", someone asked.
"Wolves", Holby breathed her last as a crimson bubble popped and trickled down her cheek.
"No-o-o," cried some of them, "werewolves? but how? why?"
"That's not all," a grim voice answered, "by the looks of things, these werewolves killed all of Holby's birds and from the different sized tracks we're dealing with three of them."
"We need help from the mainland," stated somone. So they made their way across North Bridge and received another shock. All the boats were destroyed.
"Clever beasts," said the same grim voice, "Don't you see? We're cutoff. No carrier pigeons to send messages and no boats to flee. Well, come on. We need to alert the whole town 'cause somebodies gonna pay."
As they trekked back down alerting all and summoning the cemetary keeper, the breeze picked up again. This time a mournful wail that spoke of a haven that turned to hell........
*wolves stop P.M.ing, DAY ends at 8:00p.m.EDT (12:00a.m. GMT)*
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