re all familiar voices, the ones of people I loved. My legs refused to move as I stood frozen in the center of the carnage. The
their names one after the oth
realization dawned on me. They had been brutally murdered beyond
t my ribs. His eyes were golden and bright. It carried a ruthless and predator-like look that scared the li
his voice was smooth as silk, bu
pain shot through me as a set of claws sliced into my back. I gasped and tumbled for
oke
t. My hands trembled as I clutched the thin blanket that had draped down my
single night. The same scene, the same fear that wr
hand through my damp hair, f
just
e no matter how many years had passed. I was now twenty, bu
a sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pressed my bare feet against the cold wooden floor. My apartment wa
portantly,
two years wandering from town to town, barely staying long enough to settle. At some point, the exhaustion caught up to me. When I stumb
I never thought I wo
ed at the bookstore and always had her nose buried in a novel. The girl who never stayed out late or attended any soci
s. Just the way I wanted
nside me rebelled against it. The urge to run through the woods, to shift and feel the earth beneath my paws as I bas
aught my scent, my cover would be blown without any delay. So I buried that part of m
ightly from the remnants of my nightmare. I needed to get out of my head, so I stood to my feet, walk
face. I wanted the chill to wake me up into reality so I could stay focused. My reflection in the mirror wa
e myself anymore. I was
to sleep, I might as well get some work done. The bookstore was my sanctuary and abode. The scent of p
dim overhead lights. Books were lined on every shelf, stacked
work, unpacking and shelving them. The ro
ew it, dawn crept through the windows, and
my heart le
jingled as my boss, Mrs.
y again," she not
ouldn't sleep, so I decided
ch, dear. You should take some time for yourself. You nee
ke wo
er reason I liked Mrs. Porter. She doesn't pry, and she di
ook and stretched. "I'll go gr