Eliminated On Our Wedding Eve
Language: en
The night before our wedding, Graham brought me to our local tabletop lounge for an endgame Werewolf session. My best friend, Carly, was sitting directly across from us. In round one, I was taken out on the very first night. Graham had drawn the Witch card—the one role with the power to resurrect a victim with a single drop of healing potion. He didn’t lift a finger. When the moderator signaled my death, he gave me an easy, dismissive smirk. "It’s just a game, Leah. Don't be a sore loser." In the very next round, the wolves targeted Carly. Graham didn’t even wait for the moderator to…