He saw the way she sighed as she passed the gossiping students. How she would look down at her wolf for comfort, seeking solace in his presence. He saw the longing that reflected in her eyes as she watched the groups of friends as they made their ways around the school. He’d seen her that first year that she’d been at the same high school. Noticed the wide berth that the other students would give, though she was nothing but kind to them. He had wondered who she was. The strange girl that everyone feared. He’d heard the rumours about her. Some said her beauty was part of her power, used to lure men in so she could kill them. Those, of course, came from other girls, the petty ones who were jealous of her. Even if that was part of her power, she had never utilised it, always wearing her uniform properly unlike some of the other girls. Even now, when uniform was no longer compulsory her clothes though modern never showed more than the skin on her arms, neck and face. Her waist length hair streaked blonde from exposure to the sun. Others said that she'd named the wolf Death for her did all the killing for her. Even that wasn't true. The wolf, named after the angel of death lived up to his name, truely a godsend for the girl. He could tell she thought so too. The way she would ruffle his fur affectionately or startle the wolf with a hug. He was an angel to the one who commanded death. He's seen other sides of her too. He'd seen the girl who'd preferred the solitude. Savour