As more and more of the Night Class students regained their wills and the blood of Kuran Yuuki filled the night, a quiet descended on the building. Few noticed the large shadow as they whispered and pondered the future. Doors were left open. The shadow crept onwards. Pushed on by the wind, clouds unmasked the moon. In a sliver of moonbeams, the shadow's form solidified, a black wolf with dark red eyes. In the next moment, it merged with the darkness again.
The aura surrounding it was supressed by its master, watching from a far distance. Those who would have recognized even a small glimmer of it were occupied. The wolf paused. In the next room, a blonde student had a hand over the shoulder of a young girl with long brunette hair. It appeared shaken. She... The girl's eyes widened and she turned. Soundlessly, it leapt, no longer in her sight and shielding itself more deeply. Eyes narrowed and waited. Her aura regained its vigor. He moved on.
A couple girls left the library, faces grim, and missed the shadow slip through the doors and the door close behind it.
Alone, the wolf took in the quiet room, eyes roving over to a window seat. A thin layer of dust covered the two volumes. It padded over and looked down, Shakespeare's sonnets and a book of world religious poerty. A red ribbon marked a spot within the latter.
A sinister aura slithered over the room, causing the wolf to raise its hackles and let out a low growl. Another aura seemed to be with it. The messenger glared at the moon, frozen, until the two passed.
TIme was up.
The wolf wound around the shelves until it reached a nook with a small book on a reading table. The scent of roses overcame the wolf for a moment, bringing on hesitation, before it shook itself. Clamping down on the book, it ran away into the night.
