December 2024 WipWordSearch Excerpts Week 3

What could medicine do against a witch’s curse? He wasn’t treatable by any known medicines and would end up in the psych ward if he tried to #explain what had happened to him.

A woman wearing a golden cross on a chain passed Thomas. The gold reflected the sunlight, searing Thomas’ #eyes. He shuddered, his nerves tingling throughout his body.

A voice deep within his mind called out for him to hunt, to prowl, to #embrace what he was. He ached to appease the urge, no matter how ardently he hated it.

Julia didn’t #excuse herself as she answered the call in front of everyone. She held the flat phone to her ear, listening and snorting.

“Pocket dial.”

“But, I mean, why do all these things happen to you? Why can’t you #enter doors without verbal permission? Seems like it’d be a potential setback for a predator of the night.”

She needed to tell him, to #explain. She needed to do it weeks ago, but she hadn’t known he was going to tangle with the bloodsuckers.

Might be a new pack, might not. If it is, we don’t know what they’ll be like. They might be just passing through; they might be looking to #expand their territory.

She closed her #eyes. All that existed was Clara and the beast.

Werewolves who lived long lives #embraced their curse and were smart enough to avoid causing problems in cities.

The potent aroma of sauerkraut might have been endearing to human senses, but to Clara’s keen nose, it was like shoving a rotting cabbage up each nostril.

“#Excuse me,” Clara said as she approached the counter at the far end of the bar.

She started phasing as she crashed through the door, #entering the apartment in a gruesome mess of a humanoid wolf.