She watched her hands rise.
Eyes met her own in the mirror.
And then she cut.
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Louden couldn't believe his ears.
"You did what?"
There was no mistaking his anger, barely on the verge of
screaming at the older woman who stood- back straight and rigid, right in front of him.
"I took in a youngblood."
She said it with finality.
Like a fact.
You're standing.
I'm standing.
I brought in an outside youngblood.
Just a fucking fact.
A bad fact.
A really bad fact.
"Are you sure he wasn't apart of the attack?"
Louden couldn't help but feel furious, the woman he had trusted with his life, betrayed him and his pack by bringing an outsider, and nonetheless a newly bitten.
"I don't know if she was apart of it or not."
His hands automatically reached for his head in complete frustration, fingers quickly knotting in the strands, nails tangling in the follicles.
Groaning he let his head fall back against his neck, limp, tired, frustrated.
"Show me where she is."
Louden's voice wasn't happy, nor mad, just defeated.
A nightly breeze pressed past them like whispers of horse feet, and gentle sweeps of dead fingers.
Like his pack's souls being released.
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"Do you think he knows?"
The small boy, of no more than eighteen years was sitting on a log, surrounding a bonfire.
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Werewolf❝Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters.❞ ❝Sometimes humans are the monsters.❞ ☾☾☾ Chaser / Runner. Hunter / Hunted. Warmth / Ice. ☾☾☾ A hypothermia induced man faints on Harlow's doorstep. And so their story begins. Copyright © 2015 ☾Co...
