Jan 24, 2015
Miya took one last glance around The Underground, unable to spot any members of her pack among the crowd of vampires, witches, ghouls and.. was that one person dressed up as The Easter Bunny? Small, delicate hands rubbed at her eyes and she decided she had definitely had too much to drink tonight if she thought she was seeing The Easter Bunny at a costumed rave for monsters. The wind that Chicago got its namesake from hit her as soon as she stepped outside of The Underground. If it wasn't for her own newly found werewolf bodily temperature, she might not have been so willing to risk the chilling night air of Chicago.
