Another round of shots roared beyond the trees. My grizzly opponent reverted from our locked hold and sped off behind me. Harrowing laughs followed the echoes of grunting animals.
“Nobody hunts like Tyrone! I will get to you, beast, so say your measly prayers,” the man screamed above his lungs.
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The question caught me off guard, “I could only stay here for one night.” “Can’t you extend your stay?” “My father must be hounding the streets as we speak.”
“So, where were we?” she smiled like everything was under control. “Don’t you think that was too much?” “Oh, they will get over it. Besides, the owner is a family friend of mine.”
The redness spread out to my palms, and the color began to thicken. Some hairs pushed from the bumps. How could this happen? I thought it only affects me when I’m outside. People populated every square inch of the place. I could barely see the exit. The heat grew more intense, proportional to the itch. I pushed away crowds with my elongating claws. Some of them screamed in pain when they touched my skin.
Countless hours and people passed by the other side of the metal rods. They tossed me a meal meant for pets—a viscous chowder with chunks of meat. Like my soul, it was empty after the contents slid through my throat. It tasted horrible—it reflected the monster inside of me. Yellowed light emanating from the square window threatened to grab me. I felt around the walls and shrunk into one corner. Cradling like a child hiding from his mother—if I get caught, it would spell trouble. I held my simmering heart for who know
“Brothers, Little Lukey has returned!” Their eyes sparkled with delight. I wasn’t sure which was warmer, the fire or the welcoming atmosphere. “I brought my son with me. Fen, these are the people who helped me during my early years as a semi-wolf.”
The creature before me stood twice my height. Its dark hair swayed with the wind as I followed behind him. Suddenly, he crawled between my legs and jumped off the ledge. Scent of fresh morning flowers brushed against my nostrils. “Slow down!” my head wobbled, and the cauldron prepared its launch.
“Florissa, do you know this guy?” the man with a ‘director’ written in bold on his cap spoke through the megaphone. “He’s a close friend of mine,” Florissa slid an arm in mine. “Should friends be doing this? You’re a little too close,” I tried t
The headline read, “New Hottie in Crimson Town Spotted. Who is this mysterious guy? Cake Television refused to reveal further information about this tasty hunk, but rumors say that he lives somewhere in Crimson Stone Conservatory.” “Look at the reviews,” the tallest guy pointed at the five yellow stars.&nbs