I was nineteen when the nightmares began. At first, I thought they were only horrible dreams, but as time passed, I realized they were much more. The horrors were memories of another time and place, another life altogether. The idea didn’t feel too far-fetched since I was already a monstrosity. Fourteen long years of turning into a wolf every full moon can stretch the mind until it’s willing to believe just about anything or consider it, at least.
Chapter One
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