Splat! Tink! Tink! Slowly the water dripped down until the door burst opened and I was dragged out, without putting up a fight. My screams echoed throughout the room yet no one heard as the room was soundproof. Blood slowly dribbled from the wounds scattered across my body just to collect in a puddle of crimson on the floor. He came at me with brass knuckles and then proceeded to whip me and carve my skin up, taking enjoy in how quickly I healed from the regular knife not doused in venom. "BloodRose" was then stamped into my skin as a reminder of my time spent in this hell.Thats when the blessed darkness took over.
This is my first attempt at a werewolf book with the main character a Wolf Tiger hybrid.Please Vote and comment and follow as well.
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Kitten? No sir I'm a she-tiger Hybrid!
WerewolfVery few of my kind were left alone, I was just one of the ones that didn't die in this hellhole, well really the only one strong enough to keep living. Why did they torture me everyday? Why were they so obsessed with me? Why would anyone risk thei...
