Warlocks.
Anna had a bad history with every single warlock she’d come across. They all claimed to be created directly by the hands of the Moon Goddess but Anna could always tell from a glimpse that they were just naturally born werewolves that had a bit more magic inside of them. They never shifted, and they never had coming-of-age ceremonies. Probably because it made them feel special, but Anna could see through their s**t, she didn’t fear and respect warlocks as others did.
She always saw them for what they truly were.
Power-hungry bastards, just like the Alphas they served.
At least that was what Anna thought about every warlock until she was what was behind that door.
The pungent smell first hit her with an intensity she didn’t expect, it was the smell of dry ground wetted by rai
