Trying to cover my feminine charms.I didn't need fangs and claws with Owen. And so I stood in front of him. He gasped. I reincarnated at the speed of thought. I looked at myself. Naked, bloody, covered in dirt and wisps of Randy's fur. Angry red welts girded my wrists. I almost laughed when I saw the horror on Owen's face."Do you have a shirt that I can borrow?" He began to tighten and then stopped."Wait. I like this shirt.” He turned to the dragon. "Can Sam borrow yours?"I would have sworn the dragon rolled his eyes. "It's just a plain white T-shirt. You have a dozen."The dragon raised and lowered its head. "Thank you!"Owen lowered his backpack, rummaged through it, and returned with a folded white T-shirt. He waved his hand, and dirt and fur disappeared from me. He tossed me a T-shirt. She fit perfectly but was too short. I pulled it down, trying to cover my feminine charms. He laughed, what a bastard. “Trus

In a grim and distressing turn of events, Sam found herself in her apartment, subjected to a thorough examination by Dr. Underfoot. The reason for this examination was a harrowing incident in which she had been sexually assaulted by a man named Randy. In a desperate act of self-defense, Sam had managed to defend herself, ultimately taking Randy's life. Dr. Underfoot, a medical professional, was tasked with conducting a comprehensive evaluation of Sam's physical and emotional well-being in the wake of this traumatic event. The examination involved a series of tests and medical procedures aimed at assessing any potential injuries, evidence of the struggle, and collecting vital forensic evidence for legal purposes. After the examination, Dr. Underfoot recommended that Sam undergo bed rest to aid her physical recovery and emotional healing. This was essential to allow her body to recuperate from the physical trauma she had endured during the struggle with Randy. Moreover, the

In the days that followed the unsettling events and revelations, my life settled into a somber rhythm, marked by a cautious return to a semblance of normalcy. Before I resumed working at my bar, there was a period of introspection and support from my friends. Each morning, as the sun cast its gentle rays upon my apartment, I would awaken to the gentle sounds of the city outside my window. The memories of my recent ordeal still haunted my dreams, leaving me with restless nights and moments of reflection in the quiet hours before dawn. My days were often spent in solitude, grappling with the myriad emotions and unanswered questions that swirled within me. The city outside buzzed with its usual activity, yet I felt detached from the bustling world beyond my doorstep. The weight of the pendant's mystery and the looming threat of unseen adversaries cast a shadow over my every thought. Throughout this period, Clive, Dave, and Dr. Underfoot remained unwavering pillars of supp

In the nightmarish vision that held me captive, the boundaries of reality and unreality blurred further, leaving me ensnared in a grotesque and surreal landscape. The relentless figures, their forms twisted and nightmarish, closed in around me like vengeful spirits hungry for my torment. Every attempt to move, to escape the paralysis that bound me, proved futile. The weight on my chest was an invisible vice, crushing the breath from my lungs, and my limbs remained immobilized, as if shackled by unseen chains. Panic coursed through me, and I could feel the cold sweat on my brow as I struggled to regain control over my body. The whispers grew louder and more insistent, their words now forming a sinister narrative that echoed through the twisted void. They spoke of ancient curses and malevolent entities, painting a chilling picture of the supernatural forces that held sway over this nightmarish realm. The erratic flickering of the neon lights above cast eerie, dancing shad

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Clive’s face as he lay beside me. I watched him sleep for a moment, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. The world outside felt distant and unimportant in this fleeting moment of tranquility. My fingers traced the contours of his face, memorizing every detail—the strong jawline, the delicate curve of his lips, and those piercing, crimson eyes that had captured my heart. I marveled at the way love had brought together two beings from opposite sides of the supernatural divide. As I leaned in and gently kissed his forehead, Clive stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. A soft smile graced his lips, and he pulled me closer, our bodies entwined in the warmth of the sheets. In that embrace, we forgot about the complexities of our respective worlds—his as a vampire and mine as a werewolf. All that mattered was us, here and now. But, as it often happens, the peace was abr