The dark night spread. Those midnight black clouds hovered an ominous and foreboding aura. The woods lay eerie. No soul could be seen, but L.A deems to be more awake than before. Bodies of teenagers and crowds full of life. Throwing and not caring about a lot of what’s. Unaware of the hunt of another body gutted to be annihilated at that exact same night. No witnesses. No tell tales to share the story of how death sow and reap.
Katrina. That’s her name. On her weakening state, she couldn’t reckon how could she take advantage of the situation. Moreover, her wolf deems to be restrained. Yes, a wolf. She’s a werewolf herself. And there’s no doubt that when she’s drug, the abductor had used wolfs bane. They knew a normal drug wouldn’t work on someone like her.
“Won’t we tell the boss
