I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old
piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that's not the
part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can't seem to wrap
my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me,
her body shifted-and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and
extended claws. But by the time I stood over her lifeless body, she was a
girl again. That's about the time I went into shock.
And that was the moment he showed up.
Now,
all I can do is accept the truths that are staring me in the face. One,
Werewolves do exist. And two, I was born to kill them.
Free Days: 06/01-06/03
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004V08RS2
