Chapter 47: Adrenaline
“The night is dark and full of terrors” —Game of Thrones.
The silver dagger lies cool in between my breasts, while two handguns rest against either outer side of my upper thighs, attached to my pantyhose. I’ve only brought them as a precautionary measure, but I didn’t expect this to really happen.
I grab around for one of the guns, all while trying not to be so obvious about it, not wanting to create a commotion. If we’re to counter attack, then we’ll need the element of surprise. That means stay distracted while the pack of werewolves sprint closer toward our base.
Three. Seven. Thirteen. I can count at least this many heads approaching, heading toward us from the clearing ahead. Our entrance is located under a quiet forest. There’s no way something like this ca
