The Girl who Cried Wolf
❝Trust me to get involved with you, the worst werewolf ever.❞
A green light catches my eye, the glow peeking over the top of a bookshelf like a sun slowly rising over the distant hills. I sprint to the place the glow was originating, weaving in and out of rows of bookshelves to try and get to it as fast as possible. The sign displaying the word 'exit' entered my sights like an angel guiding the way, a smile of pure relief gracing my lips as my hands wrap around the metal door handles and began to pull with all my strength, only to realise that these doors were also locked. "Oh, come on! this is unfair!"
"I agree." A faceless voice speaks from behind me. My heart jumps from my stomach to all parts of my body, thumping rapidly as I spin around to be met with an unfamiliar face smirking at me. I could feel every hair on my body stand up tall from fear, my legs wobbling from pressure when I hear the sound of a gun's safety click off, a sound I've only ever heard on the tv now the sound I'll hear before death. The man's arm had risen up to point the gun towards my head, keeping his smug smile prominent and never letting his cold eyes leave my scared and watery ones for so much as a second. "Now say goodbye, Gracie McAdams."
(book one in the 'midnight sun' series)
(highest rank #144 in werewolf)
(cover by me)