The Werewolf and the Boy in the Picture – 8

I tore him apart. I left a scene that made two seasoned crime techs throw up. I don't remember doing most of it. I guess I should be concerned about that. After all, if I'm in complete and utter control of my bestial alter ego, why do I occasionally black out while I do my... Continue Reading →

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The Werewolf and the Boy in the Picture – 7

I had a few hours to kill until 6, so I went to the grocery store. I was hungry. I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and I'd yarked that up into Shyla Barnes's toilet. I bought a pound of ground beef, a loaf of bread, and a Coke, then drove to a park that was... Continue Reading →

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