Chapter 17
The Claw
The next following morning, after tireless tossing and turning, I gave up trying to catch any Zs. I’d just deal with the bags under my eyes while folks dealt with my crappy mood.
“Another sleepless night. This was starting to become an annoying habit,” I huffed under my breath, flopping on my back staring at the ceiling.
Visions of that hideous creature had invaded my dreams. Sweat beaded across the bridge of my nose as I kicked off the covers in a fit of frustration and angry alarm. How many people had to die before we stopped this monster?
Vampires, I understood. But this Lycanthrope belief sounded hanky. Incertitude circled my mind if the creature I’d encountered was an actual werewolf. Its resemblance was far from a wolf. Didn’t a werewolf favor the usual scrap
