A Werewolf's Touch: Part 3 - Frozen In Terror
Adela finished her plate with ease. There were only venison bones and cracked eggshells, the former having been picked clean and the later suspiciously leathery. The queen thought nothing of it, and subconsciously groped about the table for a means of...
A Werewolf's Touch: Part 5 - Neither Now
Adela awoke. There was... Blood all over her bare self. She wore no clothes, simply covered in bloodstained white fur. How much of the blood was hers, she will never know. Adela felt her face using her claws, though it wasn't her face. It had an acute...
A Werewolf's Touch: Part 6 - Meaningless Marriage
Zivon dragged into the room a muzzled beast. It snarled with each yank he gave, resilient to being tugged along any further. The beast of Laventown was presented to Mirabel, it's claws tied behind itself. Despite how low it sat on it's knees, it glared...