The woman watched me quietly after the scream had died on my lips before she cackled once, like a firecracker going off.

“Celebrating already? Party's hardly even started yet.” The woman chuckled in a sinister voice, as she shook the black talon of one finger at me, somehow seeming closer than she was before I’d blinked.

“Who the fuck are you?” I panted, feeling my canines extend as I took a cautionary step back, my heart, beating bruises under my skin. The light seemed to leave the woman’s face as she cranked her neck sideways with loud snapping sounds.

I knew then who she was. The Wild, Wicked Hag of...