Sandra was a werewolf, there was no doubt about that. She was a tall woman with raven black hair and a fairly ample bust, but as far as werewolves went she was more of a lone wolf. This was mostly because the idea of eating humans was sort of sick to her, so she cut all ties to her pack and set out on her own.
Now she was in what resembled a ghost town, her travels had taken her to many places but so far this was the oddest. This town was so old and dusty that was all she could smell, the scent of dust and decay was so powerful she couldn't tell if there was anybody else in this town. She wasn't sure she liked being in a town where she couldn't smell somebody coming.
SNAP
She might not be able to smell anything, but her hearing was just fine. There was somebody...maybe even somebodies behind her.
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