Cara's family was taken from her as a teenager, and she spent the years after learning everything she could about the dark creatures responsible, trying desperately to save others from the same fate. But now those evil forces are gathering, and the...
It was getting colder quickly now. Logan felt it deep in his core one moment, but then feverish warmth would hit the next. He wondered if he sat out on the porch long enough if he would simply succumb to the cold. He doubted it would be any worse than the havoc already running its course through his body. Either way he didn't feel like going inside yet, and he honestly wasn't sure if he had the strength to.
The view was just so damn beautiful. A light snow was floating through the breeze, decorating the rich blue of the evening. A golden moon was peaking out of the clouds that swelled over the forest, its delicate light bouncing off the water. He would have liked Bethany to be sitting beside him. He could almost feel her arms around him.
It was dark now, but the moon was so bright and full as it rose in the sky, illuminating the whole lake. So serene. Not a bad place to die, Logan thought.
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Cara slammed open the door of her bedroom, smearing blood on the door as she went. She tucked into the bathroom first, flipping on the light and then quickly putting her wounded hand into the sink. She turned on the facet and cried out as cold water ran over her hand. The sting shot through her whole body, but she barred her teeth against it. With her good hand she tore open the cupboard, tossing things aside until she found the tensor bandage stored inside. Hastily she wrapped it tight around the mangled shreds of her hand. If she didn't get medical attention she was worried the hand might remain useless to her.
But that would have to wait. She ducked back into her bedroom, rushing over to the nightstand. In the drawer she took out her other pistol, checking the clip to ensure it was loaded (it always was, but the habit was engrained in her), and naturally with silver bullets. She popped the clip back in and turned to leave.
That's when she saw him there. It was Logan, standing straight, one arm still swollen from the edema, but looking sturdier than he had been. Until the outside light caught him a bit more directly and she noticed the bullet hole leading from one temple and out the other, blood slowly dripping down.
"Cara?" he said confused. "I think I'm dead."
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The wolf had been patient. Very patient. It had waited months in captivity, lying dormant, waiting for the ideal time to strike, to make its escape. There could be no more waiting though. Death was coming if they stayed in these bars any longer, and that was a certainty.
