Bride of the Beast
I gritted, trying to reason with the Were beast who was leaning casually on one leg before he threw his head back and barked a laugh that set my ears on fire.
”Oh, Hardly Mr. Bayes, do you not see my disciples? Golly, I’d say it's quite the opposite.” The monster spat, after throwing his head back to the panting mass of wolves behind him, at his command. Their eyes wild and listless, exactly like his own. Pink with the blood of innocents.
I watched as he tossed the length of an iron-tipped spare in between his large paws before smirking up at me, making my heart hammer to a panicked stop as I opened my mouth to call the Attack order.
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