{Lauren Jauregui}
The silver burns something. I feel it shudder under my touch. I feel the sticky blood. Fresh. And I feel a beating heart slow. I can hear it with my highly tuned ears. For a werewolf, things tend to slow if you cant catch them as fast.
Thats what happened when the ruffled up brown coated wolf darted out of the forest. The silver streaks of grey reflecting off the moons streaks of pale light as the wolf jumped in front of Camila.
