![]() I had a t-shirt on and it smelled like him. I awoke sometime later and sat up, fully expecting to be sore or to have stitches all over my body bandages, a cast, something. Of the tall dark man that changed into a werewolf and ripped me to shreds with his teeth. ![]() ![]() The last thing I thought of before losing consciousness again was the memory of my body lying in the winding road that led to Mt. Please survive,” his voice said aloud this time, and I felt a hand cup my face. The searing pain that burned on my abdomen threatened to make me go unconscious again. ‘You are a werewolf and you’re mine.’ My insides turned over at the mental invasion. That’s when a steely voice broke through my thoughts. I could feel my inner wolf lingering inside me, waiting to break the surface. But there was no denying what I was becoming. I couldn’t be a werewolf, I just couldn’t. As I lay there going in and out of consciousness, I laughed. To be on the brink of death, waiting for release from the pain, only to wake and find out I was a monster, an impossible thing, an animal. ![]()
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