ANNATORIA
Unlike my normal self, I found it hard to be snarky and loud.
And in that unusual silence of mine, I got up and walked out of his office, the unsettling in my heart increasing as it occurred to me that the Lycan had probably dug his claws deep into every part of my life more than I thought.
He did say he would break me. That my body and soul would belong to him.
Is this his way of proving it? To make me kneel at his feet? Ha ha ha.
I stopped in front of a mirror and saw the maniacal laughter creasing the corners of my face.
As my hands dragged my face, it became clear.
This is who I am now. Agent Annatoria- the motherfucking top spy- reduced to a toy for the Lycan of the werewolves.
I laughed again, this time louder.
“This is so f****d up,” I muttered within my sorrow
