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Clips from a werewolf's life 6 That monster under the bedClips from a werewolf's life 6 by ~Solyme
Days
She's exhausted, both physically and mentally. The night of the change and the few days after are a painful blur she doesn't really care to remember. She recalls having screamed, and cursed, and swore, and bitten, but nothing much. Joseph have talked, but mostly stared. Alex have been sitting in a chair at some point, and then trying to convince his leader to get some rest, or at the very least, to leave the room.
She remembers having howled at that, wanting them to stay with her, partly because she was irrationally afraid they wouldn't come back, partly because she wanted Joseph to see her, an


Clips from a werewolf's life 5 So tiredClips from a werewolf's life 5 by ~Solyme
..ake up. Make coffee. Drink it. Exit home. Walk to the factory. Punch in. Work. Work. Work. Work. Wor Punch out. Walk back home. Make supper. Eat. Shower. Go to bed. Sle...
It was Wednesday, 9 o'clock PM, and the sky was a depressing joyful blue. Not a cloud in sight. Bright, shiny fu**ing day. And she was on her way back home after another day spent inside an old building, dipping tiny wood pieces in phosphoric solutions. Hundreds of matches she'd made today, and she didn't felt any sense of achievement for it, as usual.
Tomorrow was pay day. She'd take half of it to the pub, buy herself too many drinks and get in a fight.