THE WEREWOLF SWITCH
“Before I show it to you, just know the doctors believe you will heal beautifully and there should be no scarring. Even if there are a few, since you’re young and mateless, they believe when you find your mate, the scarring will heal and your skin should be flawless again.”
“Just show it to me, please,” I begged.
“OK. Get ready,” she sighed. She held the mirror up over my bed, and my eyes were closed at first. I took a deep breath before I opened them. I gasped at the ghastly sight.
The skin on my back was deep purple with black and blue colour in some places. The pelts on my back looked like someone had chopped at my flesh over and over with a sharp machete. The skin was oozing puss, and th
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