I wake up from the nightmare with a scream. Instantly regretting moving and I fall back down. The cold wind creeps threw my coat making me shiver. Damn, I really should get up. I groan in pain as I roll over onto my stomach. I hate mornings. My whole body is aching as I shift to my feet with another groan. Being a werewolf may heighten my senses and strength but it doesn't keep the cold out.
"Fuck the full moon" I swear.
After a quick stretch, I am back on the road. Damn this world, I fiddle with the hunting knife handle on my thigh as I walk. I have some throwing knives and a dagger hidden in my coat just in case. The road stretches on for miles as a cold wind whips my hood off blowing my short brown hair. I quickly tug my hood back up, shivering. I hate the cold.
Sorry for such a short first chapter others will be longer promise :)
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The Werewolf of Castlevania (Book 1)
ActionCharlie is a werewolf with a tough past. Dracula's horde is tearing the land apart but she pays no mind to this. Stealing as she travels Charlie accidentally pick pockets the wrong drunk in a bar. Joining up with Trevor Belemont she travels with hi...
