The Dire Girl
Beside it lay three notebooks, each swollen with loose pages.
I started with the nearest.
The first pages were worse than useless. Online printouts about full moon transformations, bite transmission, silver, wolfsbane, “lycanthropic bloodlines,” half of it clearly lifted from films, games or roleplay forums where people took fantasy far too seriously. Someone calling themselves MoonSaint89 had written three whole pages on “alpha mating compulsion,” and even in my current state I nearly threw that section across the room. Another article claimed werewolves communicated telepathically through “the lunar field,” which would have been funny if Jenny weren’t missing and if I weren’t rifling throu
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