Feral Claim
They grabbed me, dragging me away from the crowd as laughter and jeers followed and my cries for help went unanswered.
They didn’t stop until the village lights faded and the trees swallowed us before shoving me to the ground.
“Run, whore.”
Marissa’s voice slithered through the trees, smooth and poisonous. She tilted her head, lips curling into a sneer. “Run if you don’t want to be torn into shreds.”
A sound split the night—horrific, unnatural.
Snap.
Another.
My stomach lurched as the two girls around her convulsed, their bodies cracking, twisting, stretching. Bones snapped like branches, skin rippling, tearing. Fur burst through, teeth lengthening, claws gouging the earth. Their snarls rose
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