She Runs with Wolves
Hazel Lowellgot that glitter on my eyesi can't stop staring at her tttt facema he's making eyes at mehe sneaks glances at me
I asked, a brush of cold air spilling over me as he abruptly stood.
He dug around in his discarded coat, looking for – I presumed – the thing he’d been about to show me earlier. The candlelight flickered across his shrunken form, crouched over on the floor, and the image of him hunched over, animalistic, overlaid the picture I could see in reality. Then it morphed before me, Skye’s body becoming Toby’s, blood seething, hot and viscous, from his wounded neck. Then he was David, his body no longer hunched, but instead lying flat on his back, his muscles limp and his skin pallid.
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