DON’T BE AFRAID, I WON’T HURT YOU!

TERESA The horrible image of the beasts running one towards me and the other behind me has not yet disappeared. I didn’t even know how I was still alive. Maybe the beast coming from the front took pity on me and spared me.  But where was I now? Everything seemed so familiar to me. The same bedroom bathed in this warm light, the same satin bedding, the same lovely scent of tobacco and vanilla… God, the same man who saved me from drowning and gave me a job in his company then defended me on that dark alley of something or someone I didn’t know if it was real.  The same man who kissed me to drive away from my fears and made me fall in love so that now he can scatter all my fantasies with his grotesque appearance. Sebastian Gallagher, the werewolf from hell.  He was staying in the door frame, contemplating me. I gazed at him with fear and at the same time with caution, as I had nowhere to run in case he would attack me. I accepted my fate and resigned myself, immersing myself into the soft