Howl—
Howl—
A long one, then a short one.
In the pitch-dark, silent and empty night, the sound was particularly eerie.
Jasmine Yale shivered, terrified.
It was a wolf's howl!
There were actually wolves here!
Jasmine was terrified to the point of tears, her tears dripping, "plop" "plop", how could there possibly be wolves?
My God, what kind of a place is this? A forest?!
These people are so sick, confining her in a place like this!
Or, are these wolves kept by these perverts?
Jasmine went cold all over, her legs shaking uncontrollably, unable to take a step.
She had no idea where the wolves were, whether there was just one or if there was a pack.
She'd imagined countless methods of death, but she'd never expected... to be torn apart by wolves!
Just how sick could Chris Fern and Sylvan Cheney's grandfather be?
How could she have innumerable connections with these perverts?
Gathering her nerves, Jasmine didn't dare to move.
Her heart pounded erratically.
