Chapter 87 The Aftermath

• The night had been a blur of terror and chaos, but the aftermath was even worse. The encounter with the werewolves haunted my every waking moment, leaving me a trembling wreck. I felt like a marionette with my strings cut, collapsing into a heap whenever I thought about those teeth, those claws, those eyes.
• Every sound, every flicker of movement in the corner of my eye sent me spiraling into panic. My room had become a prison, but at least it was a familiar one. The shadows in my room, seemed to morph into monstrous shapes, leering at me from every corner.
• Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, the memory of that night would replay in vivid, horrifying detail. When I finally did manage to drift off, I was greeted by nightmares. One vivid dream had me running down an empty street, chased by a swarm of birds.