Werewolf Game

l of knockout powder ste

hristophe

ho hadn't had the aphrodisiac, walk

to act, a crisp chime

filled with disbelief. "You're the first

binding me and took my hand

rrect-if I could make it

ieved, a deck of cards was

f's deep voice echoed. "Choose a card

werewolf. His shadowy wolf ey

g until dawn

my thoughts, his chilling laughter

ps. "This time, you'll need to

olf's shadowy gaze,

, I noticed subtle changes in his expre

ement, but then I shifted my fingers slig

ell. I smirked a

ew words– Retrieve th

spleasure. "You'll need to find the lost 'Hand

his sentence, my arm

sed through me, maki

ding there, drenched in sweat, hi

the iron door and dashed out, leavin

etreating into the shadows with a malicious g

ch up to Christopher, he sudde

ct, he began teari

e leaned down and presse

sciousness slipping away. He lifted my legs abru

bloodshot, veins bulging on his arms, his expre

must have had the

was the drug. Why

d it

ssed my mind. Summoning my courage, I

away and tried to

in, causing him to lose hi

filled with su

d it even matter if

ing night." Being shy, I closed my

verwhelming wave of