another lost soul (letting my instinct take control)
Chapter 13 preview
It’s a werewolf. Just like Travis said, its mottled skin gleams with a wet sheen. Long, crooked teeth jut out from its maw like shards of glass. Shrouded in dark, its eyes only appear with tapetum lucidum, but her mind fills in the blanks with ease. It’s hard to piece together the splintered nightmare that was her first night in North Kill, but those eyes have always stuck with her. So pale, so empty. The gaze was that of a creature completely bereft of life, and even now, her body itches with wrong, wrong, wrong— It tilts its head with a quick jerk, almost as if to size them up. Before her brain can form a coherent thought, it drops from the roof with uncanny grace. Those dead eyes, now lit up by the headlights, focus in on her.
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