Edit::Surrounding Darkness

Alright, so, near the end of the chapter where Winter rode off on the horse and was watching the stars, keeping guard, Shadow rides into the city she was just at. Remember? Well, I completely edited that (like many other things) to make it cooler...or at least i think so...it emphasizes Shadow's cruelty, and tells you who Kyra really is...She ain't an elf! ;) okay, also, anyone know a better name for Shadow than just "Shadow"? Because seriously....completely lame...it's just a name holder...thanks!
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A black horse galloped into the town and an large group of werewolves ran after. Shadow lifted his right hand and half the group split off in that direction. He lifted his other and the rest split off. He leapt off his stallion and strode to Kyra's home. He kicked the door open and it swung broken on its hinges, the lock shattered. Kyra gasped, hiding behind the counter of her kitchen. She closed her eyes, praying he hadn't seen her. A small laugh escaped Shadow's lips, "Kyra, dear? I know you're here." A killing silence followed after, Kyra opening her eyes slowly after minutes had flown by. Her breath was still unsteady, clutching a knife she had been cleaning as she slowly stood up, looking over the counter to the right, towards the door. It was broken, as she had heard, wood pieces across the floor, the lock completely thrown to the other side of the room, shattered in half. A laugh slipped from lips to her left and she turned quickly, a hand gripping around her neck welcoming her. She gasped, her air cut off just like that. He lifted her off the ground, cocking his head, "Hiding yourself as an elf? That's new, Kyra. What lies have you told this girl of mine?"

Kyra dug the knife into his arm, deep enough to hit bone. Shadow rolled his eyes, pulling it out, no wound in his skin, no blood on the knife, no tear in his clothing. He threw the knife the the side, sending it clattering against the wall. Kyra let out a pathetic scream, trying to get away. Shadow dragged her over the counter, throwing her to the ground, her head hitting it hard, blood spilled.
"Answer me!" he ordered, his hand at the swords belted along his belt. Kyra's eyes widened and nodded quickly, "Y-yes! I-I told her I was attacked by you-"
"Me? Ha!" A smile played across his lips, his arms falling to his sides. Kyra nodded slowly, "Y-yes...And she believed me....Please, I-I don't-"
"Yes you do! You know more, tell me!" He knelt down next to her, his hand raising as if to hit her, and she cringed away, "A-alright!" Kyra screamed, holding her arms above her head. "I thinned her mark....and-"
"And you told her to leave, is that right?"
Kyra looked up at him fearfully, nodding slowly.
"And what about this God?"
"W-what about Him?"

"Have you told her about Him!?" Shadow roared, his voice joining the screams going throughout the city. Kyra took a shaky breath, "Of-of course not, my king..."
"YOU DID!" Shadow slammed his fist against the ground, Kyra jumping, and getting up to her feet. He looked at her darkly, standing up, staring down at her.
"First you try to escape and become one with this God, you leave the demons. Now, you hide yourself from us, and help our enemy. No, are tool escape! You aren't allowed to stay here anymore!"
"Please!" Kyra screamed, her identity revealing it's true self, her golden hair turned black, her pointed ears rounded, fangs branching from her mouth, eyes sharp, slits for eyes, her hands and feet clawed. "Please, Shadow, give me one last chance! I swear-"
"NO!" Shadow yelled, snapping his hand out to catch her by the throat. Kyra's breath left her, "No, you shall not be allowed to live with humans any longer. Go to hell." Kyra's eyes widened, and she fell limp on the ground, her eyes dulling as Shadow stepped over her body. He mounted his demons stallion, riding off the direction Winter left, information gathered by the werewolves' meals.