The Gift Ch. 03

The infection spreads through the castle and the princess confronts the king and queen.
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The two werewolves approached the kitchen slowly, cautiously, dropping to all fours with long ears at attention.  The smaller wolf glanced at the larger until given a nod.  She leapt, crashing through the kitchen door to the sounds of screams.  The women inside all backed into a corner with Matilda holding a shaking spoon before her.

Ignoring the old woman, Beatrice snapped and clawed as one girl tried to run.  The stricken girl screamed, spun and slammed to the ground, holding her dangling arm. 

Stage Fright

A young woman and her friend are unwitting entertainment in a new club.

Note: I made this one specifically for a reader. I needed another quick little story and figured why not give one to someone that has taken the time to write detailed reviews of my stories over time. I don’t normally do full animal TFs but hopefully the story hasn’t suffered for that lack of practice!

Bright neon lights reflected in small puddles at the side of grimy roads, the light vibrating in miniature waves before being broken by a car swerving too close to the curb.  Chelsea and Hazel walked near the seemingly endless rows of shops, away from the road and passing traffic.

Old Gods

Tiffany stared at the ceiling through red-rimmed eyes.  Every so often, she sniffled and sighed, rolling from her left side to her right side, back and forth.  A thick nondescript gray blanket hung off the edge of her hard cot.  She’d used it briefly during the night until she couldn’t stand the way it scratched against her bare arms.  Instead, she lay in a small ball, hands gripping her arms tightly.  Gray pre-dawn light filtered through the small window overhead.

Time seemed to stop for her; she couldn’t tell how long she’d been in the tiny room.  She’d screamed and cried and cursed until her throat was raw. …