Conditions

The next morning when she opened her door, she saw blood staining the front of her house. The gutted pieces of animals were scattered in the front to make the sight worse. The pungent smell of blood and the ghastly view made her feel nauseated. Bile rose up her throat and she rushed to the side to throw up. With a gasp, she disgorged the content of her stomach.

Clovis, who had just arrived to give her food halted when he noticed the mess in front of her hut. His brows puckered slightly in confusion as he took in the butchered organs of animal strew about. His attention was diverted when he heard a retching noise. Concern was etched through his features when he saw Rosalie's bent frame.

He rushed over to her, "Are you alright?"

She gave him an imperceptible nod and picked herself up.

"Who did this?" Clovis returned his gaze to the sickening sight. His nose scrunched in disgust.

"Someone who wants me dead," she replied, purposefully avoiding looking at the sight. It was a warning to