A red-haired girl, a werewolf alpha, a snarky talking cat, and a disillusioned priest. Everyone wants something from Red. But all she wants is to learn how she became a werewolf (and maybe where's the nearest taco stand). Still, in Varta, a futuristic, dystopian realm on a brink of collapse, nothing ever goes as planned.
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Warning: there may be some mild gore in the book because werewolves sometimes be killing folks, but nothing too gruesome!
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Excerpt:
Caro, the King of Rats, sat down on the ground, on the roof of the unfinished megablock, his palace, one of many, but this one toppling all others; and having sat down, he then lied down, on the cold, cement top of the roof.
"To answer your question, little sister... I think most of my Rats, when hungry, tend to just lie down and slowly die," said the carny; the carny who each time they met seemed less and less carefree.
"That I can do," Red sighed, and lied down next to him.
"Mind you," Caro replied, pointing his cane at the sky slowly getting darker and darker; "My Rats lie down and slowly die and then get up again. Simply dying is an easy, and pointless, thing."
"Sure. I think I can do that too," Red tried to nod her head, but it felt frozen to the cold roof. "Just not right now."
Caro tried to nod his head too, but it wouldn't budge. Neither his nor Red's bodies would move, merged with the rooftop. Only the arm holding the cane was still pointing at the sky, like a flagpole of a pretend-country, pretend-people, and pretend-life.
"Come here, my little one." "Yes, Mistress." I took the chain of her collar again and tugged it. She sat up. "On all fours." She placed her hands on the ground, walking on her knees with me to a place where there was more room. I could see the wonderful wounds I had created on her back. They must've stung still. I stopped walking and tugged her collar again. She quickly sat down on her knees, still with her hands on the ground. The smile stayed on my face when I could see those drowsy eyes looking at me desperately. "Praise me." I demanded. She quickly bent to the ground.
"I love you.. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. All I can think of is you, all the time. I didn't know what to do with my life until I met you, Mistress. I don't deserve you. I deserve nothing. I am nothing. You may treat me however you want. You may hurt me, just for your pleasure. You may do anything, just because you feel like it." "Go on." "...I love you. I'm obsessed with you. You're all that is on my mind. Sometimes I just want to.. look you up, just to see you. I have."
"What do you mean?" "It's nothing, Mistress." I quickly pulled up her chin. "That's not what I asked." "I.. I try to see if you're home when I walk past your house." I looked shocked at her. I quickly pushed her over. "You what?! Have you never heard of privacy?" Selena let herself fall to her side, covering her head. She was genuinely scared. I clenched my fingers around the handle of the cane, but then let it slip it out of my hands. The sounds of wood crashing against a wooden floor sounded through the room. Selena startled, looking at the cane. She quickly got up on her knees again, placing her forehead on the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not doing it again, ever. You deserve privacy. You do."
THIS BOOK IS MEANT FOR 18+ READERS. DO NOT REENACT OR PARTICIPATE IN THESE SORTS OF ACTIVITIES IF UNDER 18, TOO INEXPERIENCED, UNKNOWN TO THE COMMUNITY AND GENERAL RULES. (PM me if you need advice.)