Chapter 11
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Carmilla
It wasn't full moon yet, but everyone already revealed their abilities to shift.
The fear of the upcoming full moon event made me shiver. What excuse would I have for my inability to transform into a wolf?
The sounds of different growls rung in my ears, reaching my head and causing a turmoil in my brain.
Some growls were croaky, others firm and a few were more of squeaks. I had no courage to laugh at the squeaking werewolves, as I myself have neither shifted nor growled before.
I heard paw steps, rather than footsteps around the corridor.
All I could do was creep downwards, at the other end of the bed and squat where no one would find me. Just then, a chestnut brown wolf stood at the door. It's head poked in, scan in round the room.
The black wolf w
