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Ch.21 Sitting nearly alone in Foxx’s makeshift living room, Rosita asked, “Are you even concerned?” The only other person in the room, Rose turned around and answered levelly, “About what?”   “About this,” replied Rosita annoyed “No,” said Rose. “Why should I be?” It looked to Rosita as if Rose did not want any help at all. Both Rose and Rosita paused as the phone in the adjacent hallway began to ring. The ringing was stopped as the receiver was picked up with a click. The girls crept around the corner to find it was Sergei who had picked up the receiver.   “Are yo

Ch.16 Sergei stopped and stared at the building where he and Foxx resided. The gunfire could be heard clearly even a block or so away. Taking one last look, Sergei turned around and then left the building behind. Sergei went off in the other direction and wove his way through the alley and backstreets. He weaved his way along the sky-reaching reaching buildings in his wolf form for maximum speed and velocity. Following Rose’s scent, Sergei ran to and fro almost frantically. He skidded to a stop and the scent of still new blood. Carefully, Sergei stepped into the strangely blood-scented alleyway. There lay the abandoned body of a woma

Ch.11              When Foxx entered, there sat Rose alone. The blood was still dripping from the “surgery” done on her arm. Rose looked up at Foxx expectantly. “Bleed out, bitch!” he told her a devilish grin across his face. Rose frowned at him pointedly. “Haha…sorry,” said Foxx. He produced a needle and thread out of a back pocket. “’Kay, so I only got pink,” he said to Rose.  “Probably not your scene but yeah…beats bleedin’ to death.” Rose gritted her teeth as Foxx’s needle pierced her skin. “Wow,” Foxx spoke again to Rose’s anno

Ch.6 Soon enough, Rosita found herself on the good side of town. Following a winding street, Rosita found that she recognized the neighborhood. Each house got larger and more ornate with every step. Rosita felt that she recognized each house more and more. As the houses became more and more glamorous, she felt continuously more out of place. It was nearly noon. Not the best time for sneaking around and warning others of danger, but the werewolves and the other creatures were home and resting during the daylight hours. Rosita didn’t even know how she would warn Rose once she made it. If Joseph Black, his wife, or anyone besides Rose w