Kickstarting lesbian werewolves. 13 days left!
“Archer …” I’m scared.
“I don’t know to do. What I am. I don’t know anything anymore. What they want of me. I don’t know if I can give it to them.”
This change. It hurts too much. I don’t want to be this.
She dropped to her knees to her and dug her palms into the ash. She hoped it would deliver an epiphany, a calling for her to rebuild, fight, or flee.
She leaned her face to the ground, pushing her nose into the blackish gray remains of her lover’s home. She snuffed short and hard, to keep the crud from choking her, while wrenching from it the past. All she could smell was fire.