A Dance With A Blood Born Wolf

A Dance With A Blood Born Wolf

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Aug 24, 2016
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I start to panic,the stranger is getting closer and I feel like it's breath is going down my neck; it's too much, the throbbing, my racing heart, my quick and harsh breathing I know I am in pure panic attack mode now, I start to feel sick again and I go to reach for a lamppost to lean on but I miss and start to fall, it feels like I am falling forever before someone catches me, my eyes are so blurry I can't see who it is. I let out an unearthly scream as my head feels like it is been torn to shreads, the stranger holds me closer and before I black out he mumbles something almost inaudible, "Mate" Full of pills to keep the voice on her head at bay she only just about gets by.... a dream thats been haunting her for years and then on one day where she thinks that her world could not possibly get any worse... she stubbles into a world which only ever existed in fairy tales and movies.
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