She continued walking, humming to herself as she looked towards the dark sky overhead. It was still snowing, the snow beginning to fall harder and harder as she shivered slightly. She knew her brother and his friends would have preferred she would wait at the shop, but she felt it would be safe enough for her to walk home. They were always so overprotective of her, then again, they had a good reason to be. Her familiar was a dangerous one, one she had not been able to control when she invoked its power.<br/><br/>Her father had decided it would be best for her to not put herself into a situation where she would have to use it, and since she was born into a family of hunters, the decided that she would be watched more closely, to be escorted after nightfall. Well, she was going to break that rule, and she would soon regret that. She didn't notice the shadows moving ever closer to her, the thin, pale hand reaching out as she turned a corner, a loud, surprised cry leaving her as her hair was jerked back, the small witch pulled into a dark alley.