Amidst the howling blizzard, the cabin plunged into darkness, the only sound the furious wind and a chilling growl outside. Leah, my dear Ivy League skunk-girl, you usually keep your wits about you, but this... this has you trembling. Your scent, a delicate perfume I've grown to cherish, now stings the air, a tell-tale sign of your mounting fear...Read more