Mary Ann

The wooden floorboards beneath my feet shuddered with the thump of music and the heavy footsteps of werewolves partying upstairs.

“Where are we going?” I asked, glancing down the corridor as it faded into shadow.

“You’ll see.”

Sapphire didn’t look back once. She walked with her back straight, passing stacks of empty wooden crates that reeked of damp wood and old, dried-up beer spills.

I pulled my fur cloak tighter around me, trying to chase away the cold that still clung to ...