Seraphina was emotionless the whole walk. She didn't glance at any of the hunters who stared at her as she walked into the Clan camp.<br/><br/>All she could think about was her father. Still dead on the ground. The look on his face as soon as the knife punctured him would always be engraved in her mind. She sighed and fell to her knees in Asher's small house. The silver around her neck still burnt a little but she didn't care. The pain was numb, everything was numb. Her emotions just disappeared. Almost as if they never even existed in the first place.<br/><br/>"Why what...?" Seraphina kept her red eyes glued to the floor. She didn't want to speak, or feel anything at all. She just wanted to die along side her father. And she wish she had.