The House Of Wolves - Chapter 1

"What was the last thing Jasmine ever said?" the detective enquired as his beady and alert eyes examined the group of adolescents sitting in front of him, gazing at the floor every once and then to shy away their inexorably guilt. "We...We have already stated that we and Jasmine had not contact for over a month." The eldest said as his puffed eyes twitched with a crippling pain and exhaustion. Glancing around the room, it was nothing but a chamber of dark secrets whose boundaries were thought-proof in such a manner that nothing passed through its reticent walls. "Well gentlemen and ladies, please explain how we had found your fingerprints on the freshly transformed cadaver of your beloved friend?"

"We have already confessed; we were scared! We didn't know what to do? Besides, we were not the only ones who touched her?" The youngest said with a sudden spurt of a courageous demeanor. "Why are our parents not questioned? Why are the natives not imprison in this interrogation room-cum-prison? Why is Juliana not questioned?" One girl said, who by appearance looked like an adolescent of age fifteen. The agent in black hiding in the shadows of the dark manipulative room arose from the shadows like a beam of flooding light past scattered black solid veils. "Young minds with curiosity...it's a perfect combination; what do you say Head Detective." The agent's piercing blue eyes scanned and examined each and every detail of the six children being enquired. His aura was that of a beautiful wolf with the nature of the fox and the complexion of the moon. In his right hand, he fidgeted with a gold-accented pen and in his left hand was a wooden box, with overflowing contents.

"These were derived and examined from Jasmine's room. I am certainly well-informed that you all recognized at at least one of them. Let's see...you, third boy from right, Edward. Did you not give this to Jasmine on her sixteenth birthday?" the agent said, as he held up a closed fist with a dangling necklace. The strings of the antique piece were made out of sturdy gold

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with the charm of crescent moon and calligraphy of the word, Love. Edward stayed silent while on the contradictory thought, his glazed eyes let a huge stream of emotions loose; a stream that can only be perceived in the language of love. As disinterest arose in him, he said in a jaded manner, "Listen lover boy, if you want this valuable piece back, you must follow my orders." The agent considered people like Edward to be a coward; showing emotions in war is a vulnerable move; a move that can be played at the risk of losing one's life.

The agent tossed over the necklace to Edward as the latter stood still, gazing at the small piece with adoration and regret. "Edward, I am giving you a power and that is," the agent said, sweeping his cold gaze over the children, " you can choose the next item." Edward stepped forward with hesitance and anxiousness whereas the other children and his peers gazed at him with pleading glances. There were scared of this room and moreover the agent with a dark satirical humor. Edward tried to peep in but the agent's call for him to stop, halted him in his tracks. "Come on Edward, this is not going to be fun if you know who's going to get caught next? Let's keep it fair and square, alright?" Edward's shaky hand surged forward but his gaze was fixated on his peers. He grabbed the first and only item he could. It was a sheet of old folded paper. 

"Looks like Edward found something valuable...let's read this, shall we?" the agent said, as a mirthful expression exchanged that of eagerness. "Interesting," the agent said, unfolding the fragile white paper, "Does anyone recognize this handwriting?" With a clap of hands, the lights gained power and the room became a slight more brighter. Everyone read the letter and could only direct their gaze towards one person, whose face had an astonished expression.

"I think we've found the culprit..." the agent said as the room fell into a hush of silence and preluding darkness both figuratively and literally.