MOON, FANGS AND DESIRE
No tale could scare the Texan girl, who had seen more horror movies, than the ones the tales told.
She laughed at the myths.
Until the myths started watching her.
It all began with a dream. The sharp fangs in the dark, the glowing amber eyes in the trees, and hands so cold, that they burned.
Then the whispers came. The feeling of being watched, and followed. The shadows that moved in places where no light touched, and her name, whispered in voices that wasn't quite human.
Mary Ginger didn't know it yet, but her blood had begun to sing.
She didn't know of the two oldest families in the town, but they knew about her.
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