I can pinpoint the very moment, down to the second, when I realized I was wholly and truly fucked. The instant where I knew my time on Earth was up, and in the next ten to twenty minutes I was going to die. Horribly. Violently. Because you couldn't get more fucked, higher on God's shit list, than when it dawns on you that you're looking up at hell. That the basement wasn't just some pit that stank of death.
It was your tomb, just as it had been for the others.
And there wasn't even a way to end it before the monsters got to you.
The pounding of your blood in your ears and the frantic beating of your heart were too loud. Impossibly loud.
Then you heard them.
The heavy footfalls overhead that was your funeral march.
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The Ruined Luna
WerewolfYou'd think being pulled from the nightmare basement Jolene had been confined to would have been an end to the misery. Instead, it was only the beginning. She entered that hell a human, and left it a monster. Sold from one pack to another, Jo wants...
