Penny has the worst luck. First, she gets a flat tire. Then, she gets kidnapped by a cloak-wearing cult in the woods who want to feed her to the "Beast of the Shadow."
They chant. They summon. The Beast arrives.
It’s distinctively... unimpressed.
Fenrir isn't a god. He’s just a very old, very grumpy werewolf who lives in a cave because rent is expensive. He scatters the cultists like bowling pins and sniffs the trembling girl on the altar.
She smells like fear and vanilla. Mine.
Now Penny is being escorted back to civilization by a mythological monster who complains about his back pain and looks at her like she’s the last cookie in the jar. The sacrifice is cancelled, but the mating ritual? That’s definitely on the schedule.
