Gianna

There are whole skeletons hanging from the ceiling, both of wolves in human and world form, and even something in between. How did he manage to do that?

On top of that, there are taxidermied heads of wolves and humans, and I realize that the awful smell comes from the body of a wolf that’s lying open on a metallic table.

I gag and vomit, and Marcus laughs at my reaction. “Oh, Gianna. I knew you’d love the sight of this. Do you see? I’ve never done this to you, did I? Why do ...