“Then you’re lucky. And pray it never comes near wherever you live. But anyway, werewolves usually have only one hunting ground. They only move once the whole place’s run out of people or if it’s too dangerous for them. But that’s all.” she explained with a mere shrug of her shoulders.
“You know people; suspicious and easy to manipulate and control. But not me, never. Well, a famed hunter, Father Solomon, did. They even let me put on a mask of shame while our local priest tried to talk him out of it but to no avail. But I’m over it, so don’t bother.” she chuckled, waving a hand. “Come, I’ll show you my home.”
{ ♔ } - - - - - “I will. The last thing I’d want is a damn werewolf prowling about on our estate. I’m in enough trouble and I don’t want it to double. Well, let’s just hope it moves away for some reason or someone finally gets to kill it. Wait, if you get bitten, what happens to you? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.“
Kaitlyn laughed softly at Valerie’s determination. "Then keep it up. You’re the rose among the thorns here, if that’s the case.” she remarked, a grin crossing her face. “Alright, let us not spend this precious day on such a grim topic. Mon Dieu, I think I should be going home but I won’t dare now. The sun’s set already. And I won’t even dare take a step outside this village ‘til the sun’s up. Do you mind if I stay over just for one night?” she then asked the blonde.

{ ♔ } - She could feel the girl’s nails digging through her clothes and it was painful, enough to shake her back to...
Valerie did not what to do– she, too, was panicking but not the way Kaitlyn was. The blonde was only trying to lessen...