MATED TO MY POSSESSIVE BULLIES: THE ALPHA TRIPLETS
Sleep eventually stole over me, promising escape, only to land me square in the middle of my usual nightmare.
So, I did the only thing I could – I slept. And you know what greeted me on the other side? Same old nightmare.
This time, though, it felt… different. Sharper. The air crackled with electricity, the scent of ozone stronger than ever.
Those damn triplets materialized from the shadows, fangs bared, eyes glowing like hungry embers. They wanted me dead, their voices echoing in my mind like taunting whispers.
Dark forest, moon like a hungry eye, and those triplets, fangs bared, eyes glowing red like hungry embers, hot on my heels.