Rebecca’s story

I could hear Eve’s words, but to believe them was impossible. It was like listening to my grandmother’s bedtime story.

“Look, I know it’s hard for you to believe me, but I swear I’m not lying. Dominic is in danger.” She repeated to me, pressing the words. And just then, a frantic, uncontrollable laughter erupted from the depths of my soul. I didn’t mean to laugh like that, but it was sounding ridiculous.

“Excuse me, but 100 years ago, werewolves, you and Dominic, all of this overwhelmed me,” I justified my laughter then Eve took a step back.

“Jane was only 16 when a wolf the size of...