"they smiled with carnassial white teeth- pointy, wet and hungry. an appetite for something soft, like her tears, or perhaps the pulse caged behind her ribs. she holds their beedy black eyes and laugh; laughs until the sound pours down her chin, dribbling down to common ears. they stare, mouths open to welcome horror- for she has bigger teeth than her enemy."
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WOLVES OF CRIMSON PEAK
WerewolfThe Wolves are back. Burrowed deep in the veins of the coniferous mountains, the town of Crimson Peak prepares for another surge of ferine attacks during the winter solstice. After several years of training, Malin Reid is ready to hunt down the wol...
