Roxie woke up feeling like her body was throbbing. Confused as she blinked blurry eyed, Roxie couldn’t make out the figure laying beside her. But when she could finally see clearly, she was horrified to see.
Laid on the cold floor beside her was Melody. Another she-wolf on the reservation, the beautiful eighteen year old had been spunky and fun to be around. And here she laid dead with her throat ripped out. Her eyes glassy, mangled hair, and bruised face gave way to her lifeless body.
Crying, Roxie closed her eyes as she looked around at the other dead girls. Some she knew, some she didn’t, but all of them looked the same.
Like their last moments were hell on earth.
Ripped clothes, bites all over their breast and stomach, and with their blood staining the cold concrete floor, Roxi
