"@RandomThoughts: " When I'm alone in my house, every sound is a ghost."
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Chapter 18
Days passed but each day felt like it was yesterday when I had murdered my own parents.
Every time that I looked at my hands in that dungeon, all I saw was red…their blood.
The first days I had cried until I had no more tears to cry with.
But now all I felt was hate and loathing towards myself.
Starving, getting tortured, and whipped every day, I no longer cared. I wanted to die. I deserved it all.
They had done a funeral for them. And I was not invited. The whole kingdom had grieved for the beloved Werewolf King Lucas and his Queen Stacy. They had been loved by all and everyone from Vampires, [the book one readers] to even the Werewolf Rog
