She could still taste the turkey in her tongue. She was pretty sure it had been a while since Thanksgiving ended.
Then again, it had also been a while since she’d seen light. So what did she know, really?
Her last memory was of the ensuing Black Friday chaos. The early morning rush to the mall. The sharp, incessant reminders to Mikey not to stray away. Her jesting husband calling her a tyrant—
Then there was the long stretch of darkness—
She barely heard the scream as she growled and took another bite of raw meat.