Fiara

The sun was about to set earlier than other days. It shows that the winters are closer than we expected. The breeze was chilling the bones, but the hotness increased the surface tension when I noticed two wide eyes staring at me with horror wash off.

“What are you?” Martha asked.

“I am a she-wolf, a werewolf.” I started with pride in my voice.

“The Halloween is yet to come, so keep your idiotic jokes to yourself.’ She yelled at me but I could smell the fear rushing in her.

“I just showed a little teaser, if you want then I can show you the entire picture.” I smirked...