KYRA
Kyra’s eyes were cracked wide open but it was still really dark—a huge contrast from the hospital.
“Helpppp!!! Help me!” She coughed, her voice dry and coarse.
There was no response.
All she could remember was jumping out of the window of her hospital room, walking aimlessly into the woods and … werewolves.
She let out a sigh of relief that at least she was alive. After seeing their bloody fangs and they had pounced on her, she just knew she was dead meat. It came at a suprise to her when she opened her eyes and she wasn’t looking at the pearly gates —not like she had done anything to deserve going there anyway ways, between the drugs and the fights…
It felt like a nightmare but it was all real. She hadn’t imagined any of it at all. It was all as real as the tight knots that bi
