The werewolf pulled away leaving her hand covered in chalk… That’s not right…
The consistency and texture was all wrong. The way it behaved when Julia rubbed it against her thumb and forefinger was similar in consistency to… ash…
Ain’t misbehavin’…
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Evelyn asked.
The furrowed brow and non-existent smile hinted this was not the first time Evelyn asked that question.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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