The ultimate goal before the end of the night was to go to Harmony’s Table and help keep people calm there--- at least as calm as they could be. However, before she did that, Zoey and other Watchers were making sure people around town were getting where they were supposed to be before it got too late--- though at that point it already was. While some of the Hunters were doing the same thing they had their hands full as it was, so the redhead and her group were helping as much as they could. Even if it was just to keep the peace between restless and panicking people.
She was currently on the outskirts of town, talking down a grieving woman in the cemetery who had apparently lost her husband. From a werewolf attack--- of course. Zoey understood the desire for vengeance better than most people, but the night of the Blood Moon certainly wasn’t the night to decide you’re feeling brave. After a good twenty minutes she left the woman, being promised she’d head to Harmony’s Table and stay there with everyone. The redhead was likely about to do the same thing, but before the woman left she warned Zoey of a “young kid” who headed towards the Funeral Home and wished for her to look into it due to the fact that a kid shouldn’t be out alone--- during any night for that matter, but especially not that night.
Without wasting any time Zoey took off in the direction of the Funeral Home, the silver dagger in her right hand. Werewolves weren’t a species she currently had a lot of knowledge on, but she had enough to know the do’s and don’t’s. She certainly hoped the person who had decided to be out late by themselves knew the same, but with the description of a “young kid” stuck in her mind it made the redhead get there faster.
Letting out a sigh, Zoey stepped inside the Funeral Home, eyes adjusting to the faint light before her gaze settled on August. Not exactly a “young kid”, but still someone she wouldn’t personally want out by themselves. She didn’t know him all that well, but she ran into him at the bakery at least once a week and made pleasant enough conversation with him. The usual friendly smile she offered up every time they ran into each other was missing and with a scowl of irritation she arched an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest.
“Are we protecting the dead tonight over ourselves?” Zoey asked him--- perhaps a little harsh, but she thought it was a fair enough question. “Because I can’t think of any other reason to be here.”
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