3rd person pov
The door to the house creaked open.
A man, a pocket bulging with hidden tranqs.
No one noticed him, for he walked with unnatural silence. He followed her scent here. The girl who sent him away 3 years ago.
He followed the scent up the stairs. It concentrated in one room.
He opened the door silently.
A wolf and a girl laid on the bed.
He threw a tranq with deadly accuracy.
Hitting the wolf perfectly on the shoulder. She wouldnt wake up for a while.
The girl stirred. Raising her head in time to see the man suddenly appear next to her.
She didnt have time to scream.
His hand over her mouth, he jabbed the needle into her arm. She went limp, barely breathing.
Memories slowly drifting away.
Senses slowly deteriorating
He chuckled, satisfaction gleaming in his sapphire eyes.
He lived for the game. And this was the best one yet.
END
Dont worry. There will be a sequel. And i wont make u Pups wait a year either. In the mean time pls check out some of my other stories.
The Mate of the Vampire
Saving Hope (on hold)
Unloved
Sadistic Tendencies (pjo fanfic)
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