𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

where things look -stalker much?

Grey kept looking around but she didn't find it.

Finally, after an hour of searching, she sat on a nearby flat rock and gazed at the forlorn lake. The afternoon sunlight sizzled out through the criss-crossed canopy of the giant sequoias, casting a pattern on the green of the still water body.

Her mind ruled this plight.

She visited back into her memory, a wolf biting into her neck, tearing out her arteries, and then turning into a man- another gigantic wolf in turn ripping the grey wolf to shreds. Somehow, did that other wolf save her? But how tf?

"Wow. I am going insane." She voiced out loud.

She touched her scar on the base of her neck. When Grey removed the bandage this morning, their had been a deep red colored but delicate mark sitting, it looked like the bite of two pointed fangs, but following the two pricks, had been a blood red crescent shaped mark that stood out and had befuddled her. She had winced at the sight but she didn't miss that it appeared bold and beautiful like a well-thought tattoo.

When she touched the mark, Grey didn't hiss or wince in pain. The scar had stopped hurting when she had removed the bandage this morning. Involuntarily she drew circles on her mark, all the while staring straight ahead into the untamed forest, unknowing that someone behind her, hiding in the wild bush was observing her instensly.

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"Spin on my dick like a beyblade uh, my dick'll hit her like AK-" Alexei stopped in mid sentence, -"Bitch, da fuck?"

Ruslan was staring at him blankly.

"Come on man, I was live on Smule. You could have knocked." Alexei sighed and pushed his hair back. Sighing, he ended the live session and switched off his phone.

"What now?" He asked.

"Check on her." Ruslan said pensively.

"Got it, chief."

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It's short.