30| Gift from Goddess

Chills, chills, chills, Orla couldn't feel anything but the extreme cold that was freezing her bones. And because of the darkness that surrounded her, she couldn't see anything.

Two thoughts ran through her mind:

Why is it so dark and cold here?

What exactly am I doing?

She tried to blink, shrug, scream, or do anything to save her life. Slowly, the darkness faded away and she got to see how she had been mercilessly murdered by her own self-proclaimed lover and best friend, Dante.

She felt the urge to move the world and had a desire for vengeance but had no idea where she was and moreover she couldn't lift her arms.

Werewolves, unlike humans, do not believe in hell or heaven, but she is unsure where their soul goes after death.

She was certain that the Moon Goddess would punish her for her sinful actions, for going against her decision, and for not taking any cue to flee when she had many!

She believed that her life was hell when she was alive and that it would be even worse after her