"Look at me!" He spat in my face. I looked up, studying his tall figure carefully, just in case. I finally got up to his face... Oh my god, his face. It was perfect. His chiseled chin, perfect cheek bones, and those eyes. Holy mackerel!!! They were greener than green! So... So hypnotizing. "What the?..." I stuttered. His mouth grew into an evil smirk and I instantly panicked. "Let me go you... You.... Piece of poop!" I yelled as I tried to struggle away. He laughed in my face mockingly. He pushed me back and I fell against the tree. "I wouldn't dream of it dear." He said and raised his fist. For a second I felt searing pain on my cheek but then I was out.
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WerewolfAn ancient family tree of myth and magic collide together when 15 year old Jane Falicrow finds an old old artifact. When she touches it with just the slightest tap, she is marked. This marking allows her to see and hear things she's never experience...
