PROLOGUE
Snapping
Grinding.
Tearing.
Paws where hands had once been.
Shifting.
A glossy black-furred wolf stood where the girl had once stood, glaring at him with livid ice-blue eyes. She bared her fangs at him in a silent snarl as she struggled against the ropes that held her.
The scarred man smirked. He had sone well. His boss would be proud. Still chuckling quietly to himself, he pulled out a sleek silver cellphone.
"It's done, boss," he muttered into the phone before ending the call and sticking the phone back into his pocket. A quiet snarl from the she-wolf reminded him that he had a job to finish. Pulling out a shiny silver knife, he smiled at the wolf, an evil, manic smile, then-
"Night night, mutt."
A yelp pierced the silence, echoing through the gold and red cloaked trees. Somewhere in the woods, a wolf howled. The peace of the forest had been disrupted, and somehow, there would be hell to pay.
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Fenced In
WerewolfOlivia Grace has been the leader of her pack for 7 years, and in her seven years has never seen attacks like this. Loosing fifteen members of her once noble pack has almost pushed her over the edge. Nathan Daniels has just been turned...
