(As Told by Elias Greyson, Temporary Were-Wrecking Ball)
Note to self: If something bites you and your skeleton starts snapping like a bag of microwave popcorn, maybe don’t try to play hero afterward. Just sit down. Have some tea. Contemplate your life choices.
Too bad I didn’t take that advice in time.
It started, as most horrible things do, with pain. Not the stub-your-toe or break-your-arm kind. I’m talking soul-ripping, bone-melting, scream-until-you-shatter-your-own-vocal-cords kind of pain. I was in the middle of the ruins of Sector 17, half a second away from being hollowed out by one of the freaks with a mouth like a bear trap—and then?
Boom. My entire body declared war on itself.
First came the heat. Then the twitching. Then the sound—snap-pop-snap—as my spine decided it want
