![]() ![]() My vision cleared just in time for me to make out the glow of torches illuminating angry male faces. ![]() I raised my head, doing my best to ignore the wave of dizziness that followed. ![]() With my sensitive ears, I should have been able to detect them long before they had managed to get this close. I paused at the voices carried over by the wind. The pain, the harsh light of morning was too much for my beastly eyes, and the coat of blood on my claws and muzzle was sickening. ![]() It was always like this after the full moon. I winced, aware that this would be my reality for the next day or so. I opened my eyes to find the cold, clear light of dawn-faint as it was-was too much for me. My claw-shaped wounds opened and bled, staining the cobblestone path that led to the front door of Rosewood Manor. Every small shift brought a fresh wave of agony. I had landed on the rosebush again, the prick of the thorns digging into the thick layer of fur that coated my skin. More by Midnight Tide Publishng 1 The Rosebush No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. The Rose and The Claw A Beauty and the Beast Novella Nancy O'Toole image-placeholder ![]()
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