The Werewolf Bond

ain of my cheek stingin

lingered in my mouth. The video replayed in my mind, each frame a fresh wound, and hi

Ralph, with my best fri

lung to with regards to them. My cancer had already stolen so much from me-my streng

d me before one only hours before and said the most hurtful things I had ever heard. There, my reflection stared back at me, gaunt

voice say th

he day you are lowe

ears, pronouncing a death

and unfamiliar, surging through me and taking the place of despair. They were off having fun with each other, and I

he keys and rushed through the downpour and into the garage, but it refused to budge at th

was fiercer than the one raining hard. Without thinking any more, I pulled on a raincoat, the fabric doing much to cover my skeletal frame, and slipped on boots that felt to

drowning in

my legs trembling under the weight of my body. The rain was so heavy that some of it soaked through my coat, chilling me to

ould

e diagnosis. She had brought me hot soup, held my hand during my chemo sessions

had she b

d she been

ching as the rain washed away the evidence of my weakness in the dark before carrying on. High above me, the tall street lights flickered, casting long shadows that seemed to mock my resolve as I ran. A car

destination, and her

so much running, the drops starting to sting under the relentless downpour. I thought of Ralph's rage, his hands biting into my shoulders as he wished for my death. I thought of Lily's moans, her betrayal ca

the mile, I knew I had

nd my whole body ached. I was closer to her home than mine now, b

ter sweep into my raincoat and all around me. My body gave off one final retch that I had no need to flus

eing were bright white lights, and I thought it was good. I did not know how much good I had done, but I had to

el he was,

hat w