ANNATORIA
“Fresh humans for our pleasure,” one of the wicked laughters mocked.
And my struggle to make sense of everything heightened.
My heart raced harder because the sounds around me were strange. They seemed distant and close at the same time, like they were coming from a room nearby.
But the s**t is, my ass was vibrating so I figured I was in a moving vehicle or something like that.
You know what, there’s no way I’m letting any freaking werewolf drag me to God knows where. I must find out what’s going on.
“Hello?” I asked like a character in a horror movie. “Mr. Werewolves? Do you-?” Immediately, the snarls and laughter being tossed around me ceased. The space became so quiet that I could hear my shallow breath and pounding heart, and I knew better than to utter another word.
