Pain covers her body, suffocating her like a thick layer of smoke. Everything around her is blurry and she isn’t sure if she’s still alive. The only sign that she might still be alive is the unending agony. Somewhere in the shadows, a figure stalks towards her: the assailant.
“Why.” She stutters, barely able to speak through the feeling of death. His lips pull into a sinister smirk. A single tear rolls down her cheek,
“She loved you. Why?” She hears his vile laugh, before darkness pulls her into his embrace.
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Throne of Nightmares
FantasyAuriela Black has a typical teenage life, except for the fact that she's a werewolf. Despite not remembering much of her childhood; Auriela longs to fit into the pack. But how can she when even she knows she's different? Her suspicion only increases...
