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lected on my face, causing me to sh

was any sensation of being touched, but to my surprise, I was basking strongly; could it have been the moon g

oad keeping me where I would find som

me if they discovered I was a werewolf. I walked along a barren road, relying solely on the billboard's directions for guidanc

tely, a car appeared on the road. I raised my hand, w

ping in. I hung my head in defeat, whispering a bleak truth to mysel

was reversing towards my direction

id with a friendly smile. "Where are y

le scent of his car. I remained silent, unsure of how to respond. I couldn't very well admi

e the quiet type, I see." As he accelerated, I felt a sense of liberation wash

of other cars whizzing by. Feeling a sense of safety wash over me, I let my weary head

shakeable conviction that I was in good hands. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the gentle rocking of the

ed me on my shoulder trying t

the street, you can take a bus to your destination"

ture of thanks. Without a word, I slammed the door shut b

e to go, I was in a new town, I sat at the bus stop with people dropping and going in, I sat till I was feeling sleepy, I laid there, I jolted awake, disoriented and terrified, surrounded by the s

the men clamped a filthy hand over my mouth, silencing my cry for help. The othe

my situation. I struggled to break free, but my limb

ands of her" I heard the voice of a strong man

ife, they ran away, I sat with my hands

. "Don't tell me you have no place to go. Are you los

s I was a lost girl w

as stunned at the way my vo

ake you somewhere warm, it's actually cold out here. Besides, my

," I u

he was given a key to a room, I followed s

's cold and risky to stay outdoors Ro

food to be delivered to you. "You must be exhausted." I was taken aback by his kindness,

my heart. "Thank you so much, Mr. Werner," I said, my voice overfl

g to go. "Good night," he whispered, his voice fad