Are you ready?
“For the night is dark and full of terrors,” they prayed.
Not for me. Her nights were bathed in moonlight and filled with the songs of her pack, with the taste of red meat torn off the bone, with the warm familiar smells of her grey cousins. Only during the days was she alone and blind.
just a madman with a box.
Willow Rosenberg Hair Evolution [Requested by Anonymous]