I've never been afraid of death.
I've never considered how I would die, or the possibilities of me dying any tragic deaths. People come and go, either from murder, suicide, overdose, old age, childbirth, etc. You still die. There's no way of avoiding it.
So, it wasn't a surprise to me when death came barreling towards me, its claws extended and ready to devour me. Slowly, they were ticking us off like bugs.
Slaughtering us one by one
One after the other.
They wanted you to feel the fear, the terror, and the antagonizing stages of losing your mind in wonder for when they would come. The world as we know it isn't what it seems, there's darkness pouring from beneath the seams not yet visible to those around; this isn't our world anymore, no, it's theirs now.
And killing me will just be the beginning.
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Fur vs Skin | ✎
WerewolfAmelia emerges from the fragments of her shattered reality, propelled from the comforts of her life into bloodshed and mystery that awaits to sink its teeth into her; draining her dry. The quiet wolf attached to her quickly becomes not only a lover...
