Willow
It’s dark when I’m done reading at the library. The sun has disappeared, and most of the streetlights aren’t working. I’m walking, hurrying home in total darkness with eerie shadows on the pavement as I clutch my books tightly to my chest. I shouldn’t have stayed this late. Is Robin even going to be awake when I come home?
I hear sudden laughter behind me, sending shivers down my spine. The sound is deep and guttural, a cruel mockery of joy. My steps quicken, but curiosity gnaws at me, and I glance over my shoulder. It’s the orcs with their green skin glistening under the dim moonlight. Panic settles in my chest, and I pick up my speed.
But the orcs are here for me.
“Come out, come out, little werewolf,” one of the orcs call with a sneer. Fear pumps through my veins, urging me o
