They are the Wild Ones.
They are the beasts that roam the night, searching for flesh.
They are not vampires, nor werewolves, nor myth, nor legend.
They are real.
And they're hungry.
They'll leave your blood running cold with a look.
They'll kill you with no second thought, no regret.
They're relentless, never stopping, never giving up.
They'll hunt you to the ends of the Earth and back again.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
That's three vertebrae in your back.
Snap. Snap.
There go your legs.
Snap.
That one was your neck.
Lock your dog up in the living room. Let him cower under your sofa in terror. Let your children quake and hide under the duvet. Draw the curtains, lock the windows, barracade the doors.
The Wild Ones are out tonight.
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The Wild Ones
Fantasy"Words can't hurt you...unless they're true." Lily is seventeen and convinced that the Wild Ones exist, even when everyone around her doesn't. Mr. Lewis hunts the Wild Ones, trying to forget his torturous past and steady himself for the future. When...
