A raging fire within my soul explodes, engulfing all natural sense. Color melts from my eyes as white soulless orbs replace them. My lips curve upwards, nine-inch canines expose, moistened by saliva seeping downwards dripping in strands off their points. "Kill Mistress kill" The souls echo as the mist pours off my body. The image of my terrified cubs ingrained on my mind. Terror held in their eyes. "To threaten my pack is one thing. TO INSTILL FEAR IN MY CUBS! You chose the wrong pack to fuck with NECROMANCER!"
The recovery of Alejandro's memories has alerted darkness seeking his death. Can the established pack survive & defeat what's coming or will Alejandro returned memory become their deaths?
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Celestial Wulf Chronicles: Trapped
WerewolfCold seeps into my bones as I wander the dark forest before me; the frigid air from the mountains enveloping me in a tight, chilling grip. Shadows dance across the ground as the light of the moon shines downward through the swaying treetops. Leaves...
