Wolf in Sheep's ClothingWolf in Sheep's Clothing3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little prey, so weak and naive. Do not run as I tread closer. Remain blissful and ignorant. I am no fiend, nothing to fear. Ignore my sharp teeth and menacing growls. I am merely one of you.
Or at least, that is what I will make you believe.
Anastasia gripped her arms tightly as she walked. New York City was cold tonight. Colder than usual. Perhaps the gods were mocking her, for her idiotic behaviour, but that was unlikely. The only gods that ever paid her a split second of attention was her father and his nephew, Morpheus.
She rather the second have a taste for older women...
She could not help but regret running from Silas's home. Another fight that had escalated to her bursting into tears. She couldn't accept his comforting because his arms only made her body colder.
However, his house did the opposite.
She felt tempted to turn around and go back. Silas wouldn't be angry, in fact he would probably be relieved. But by the gods she wanted to hurt him and doing this d