It was a shining ray of sunshine that first awoke Kate Argent from her unpleasant slumber.
She jumped up and desperately felt her neck for the lethal scratches than nearly ended her life but for her it was already over.
She frantically dashed her eyes around the mild, grim room she was being held captive in, her eyes immediately caught the light of the brisk morning sun as she stumbled to her feet, and slowly staggered to the prison like window, aching with every step.
It was a dry, deserted wasteland that met her eyes with a unholy glow. In a matter of seconds her hands were pulling at the bars that kept her captive. She smelt the stench of death through the tiny cracks under the door then
Thud! Thud! Thud! her head turned like lightning as the door rattled...
A tiny slot slid down at crown of the rusted door and through came a small knife came flying through with words she never thought she would hear "You have until sun down... refuse and we'll take care of it"
a cold brute voice spoke.
It hit her like a ton of bricks, she was supposed to die when the manipulative swine Peter Hale clawed out her throat. Now she didn't know where, when or who she was. All her life she was told that werewolves were monsters, they must be erased from the world and now she was one of them, it made her sick.
"No! No! this can't be happening" she whispered, wanting to bust out into tears but no, she wasn't going down like this, not in a sleazy basement in god knows where.
This was not the end of Kate Argent!
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A Change Of Roles
FanfictionA Short Story about what happened when the Calaveras take Kate Argent to Mexico and when she first realised that she was now the thing she had hunted for many years...
