Memory lane...

Azelbub's forest

The werewolf in their midst shook like he was having an intense seizure, his eyes rolled skyward and his fingers were curved into talons. All the cult members raised their hands to the sky, thinking it was normal.

Maris stood behind the tree, staring at the eye candies in front of her. She held up her phone, not wanting to miss an opportunity to get paid for taking such pictures to the broadcasting house. Plus, their butts were attractive, round and molded from heaven.

She thought of her butt and felt disappointed, it wasn't bigger than that of a ginger head man in the cult.

Suddenly,...