“I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.” ― Shirley Jackson
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Arabella screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping to wake up everyone, especially Vincent, and the wolf growled next to her face.
She looked at the wolf's wound, and it had healed a little already. Her wounds needed to be fresh... Arabella clawed her neck, wincing from the pain. Damn, she had been doing a lot of clawing these days, all on her own body. Thankfully, she healed without scars, or her face and body would be made only of scars.
She heard soft footsteps running towards the room. Jacqueline's wolf was attuned only to Arabella's movement, and she missed the sound. Arabella let the wolf push her to the floor. She fell, and her head hit the carpet. The wolf snarled closer to her face, ropes o
