Chapter 80: Special She-wolf
Friday’s POV
“They call me Prophetess,” said the creepy little girl.
“Ok,” I mumbled.
“They keep sending amateurs to do the work of an expert,” said Prophetess.
I realised something. Prophetess’ smell made my nose burn a little. It was sterile and sharp like the scent of bleach with a hint of lemon.
She’s a made vampire! said my wolf.
Before I could even react, something sharp pierced my thigh through the dress. I jumped, shrieking. I looked down and spotted a syringe with its needle stuck in my leg through the fabric of the dress. A small spot of blood denoted its placement. I gazed at Prophetess feeling my limbs going limp as all my muscles relaxed at once. I fell to the ground, still aware of everything but unable to move. Could I still mind-link?
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