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A Feral Betrayal Chapter 3

The cage door screeched as it opened, and Marissa wondered if it was her fear that had heightened the sound. While it struggled to completely open, she dashed across the room. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped against the door when whatever was behind those bars came out. She needed room to run and think. At the end of the exceedingly long corridor, the room split off and dim lights came on. Left and right were her only options. She darted to the left and saw another opening on her right. She skidded into it and paused. The next room was a straight path but there were openings on both sides of the walls. She counted 6 on both sides. God, she hoped she wasn’t in a maze.

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 2

Marissa’s gaze shifted slightly, wondering if it was still too late to dive out the window and make a run for it. Maybe Melanie was bluffing and the drop wouldn’t kill her. And if she was some supernatural creature surely, she’d be fine. The hairs on her neck were standing. The room was dead silent. They were waiting for her to give her answer. Though she was focused on her escape, she was also very aware of the men’s’ bodies. They were prepared to shoot at her at the slightest suspicious movement. She did not like her odds at all right. Even if she could use the window, she’d probably be riddled with bullets before she could jump out.

A Feral Betrayal Chapter 1

Marissa tilted her head as she regarded the stranger standing across the room. The woman looked exhausted, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes. Her jet-black hair was cut short and hidden under an equally dark cap. The woman held her hands to her mouth, her face covered in shock and concern.

A Feral Affair Chapter 3

There was blood everywhere. It covered the buildings, matted the asphalt, dripped off the benches and its scent–thick and overbearing–coated the air. Dead bodies were strewn across the street. Limbs were scattered. Screams reverberated in a symphony of madness, orchestrated by the wild beasts running amuck. No one was safe. Running? Pointless. Screaming? Useless. Fighting? You could try, but you were merely postponing the inevitable. Death would come swiftly regardless.

Feral Affair Chapter 2

It was halfway through the afternoon when Marissa and her sister, Melanie Coldwell, woke up. Both women had a rough day yesterday. Although Melanie was reluctant to talk about hers, Marissa wasted no time venting. She remembered all too clearly how her encounter with Jamoy went. When she finished her tale, Melanie’s face was practically glowing.