Haunting-Adeline

Interes ng that they believe they caught the mole. I’ve no way to verify
that, but it doesn’t ma er anymore.
Where there was once a mole, is now a wolf.
I finish off the last of my whiskey in one swallow, relishing in the burn as
it travels down my throat. I smile at him once more—a feral smile of my
own. I feel the scars on my face crinkle and the demonic feeling swirling in
my gut slipping through, glin ng in my mismatched eyes. He takes it for
what he wants to see it as.
“I’m in.”