Stranger in the sacred grounds
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Mar 22, 2017
I could feel my senses snare. I had lost control over my mind and body. My soul was driving me. My wolf instincts lead me leaping towards my innocent prey.
I snatched it, took it and ate it. Oh, how I was so hungry. It drove me up the wall. I ate, and finally feeling satisfied, the animal inside me backed away and died down.
And then I felt like I was morphing. My eyesight became further from the ground, I stood on two feet again. My tail had disappeared.
Wait, tail?
Where was I?
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Clove is a werewolf. And she needs to run.
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