A/N
: Think I might give up the
every paragraph
excessive
italic
/
bold
emphasizing I’ve been doing. It adds
extra
editing time to consider which words and phrase to do it to that I could be using on other things in life/writing.
If any reader gets to this point and particularly *likes* seeing them in your chosen reading method so far... and thinks that
lacking this style
has now
detracted
from your experience with this Citra POV Chapter, please drop a comment and I’ll reconsider!
Something that smelled like a male werewolf was definitely not what an unmarked woman wanted to encounter alone on a dark street. Especially from someone whom you associate with the worst moments of your new existence in a transmigrated body.
> And some of the most uncomfortable for the original owner of said body. Vrika, help me out. This bastard thought he could come here to intimidate me? Maybe even potentially harm my unborn child? Of course he did. Chad never was brave enough to handle his own dirty work. Do all groups of three need one doormat? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Should have just left when I saw I was outnumbered. <
But it was too late for regrets. I had a head start and an advantage with my mid-way toward shifting... and no clear idea where I was going to shake them. I could hear them persistently coordinating behind me like teenagers playing a game.
"Cut her off before Third Street!"
"Got it!"
They were trying to herd me - or attempting to. Like I was prey to be cornered. And whether it was their luck or mine at fault, the alley I chose next opened only into a courtyard surrounded by fire escapes and loading docks.
A dead end.
...But for which of us?