~Rory~
Mortals that have supernatural powers, humans that could shift into animal forms, walking corpses, and bloodsucking demons. These are the common details of the books I’ve read throughout the entire week.
There are tons of literary pieces inspired by these myths. I can’t say that I haven’t heard about witches, werewolves, and vampires before. Every culture has its own version of these folklores, and the Čuvari Tribe is no different. But none of these books speaks of the ritual that Paul was speaking of.
I closed the last book on the list, setting it above the four others that I’ve binge-read.
I threw the comforter from bunching around my waist, swung my legs on the side of the bed and padded to the kitchen. I returned to my bed with the bottle of Chardonnay, la
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