Kiss Me If You Can [Vol.2]

Chapter 7

Translatore/Editor : Léabyss

Josh stretched slowly. Coyotes instinctively distinguish between opponents weaker and stronger than themselves. The first thing you should do is visually show that you are stronger than them. Unsurprisingly, the coyotes were unable to hastily attack, they locked up and glared at Josh. It was because he was much taller than they supposed.

Thanks to this, they were hesitant to run, but that would mean that they would be giving up …

The big one, who seemed to be the leader of the group, took a step and growled in a low voice, showing his teeth; he seemed to have no intention of losing the opponent in front of him. Having a tense stare fight with the leader, Josh was quick to think about what weapons he could use. It would be considered stupid to face a group of wild animals with nothing. The first thing that came to mind was a gun, but the bullets had been depleted moments before. Josh didn’t back down at all and thought that even though he didn’t have one he could use something else as a weapon.

Without being distracted from the leader, Josh quickly looked around. Fortunately, the trunk was still open, remembering the wrench in it, he quickly established the direction of the attack in his mind. The problem was Chase, the car was safe, but there was only one opening; it was the rear glass. The open space was just enough for a beast to jump out. Josh kept his mouth open, staying nervous.

“Mr. Miller”

Still with eyes fixed on the lead coyote. He spoke to Chase in a low voice.

“At my signal, move to the front seat and crouch down as low as you can, I’ll take care of the rest. Do you understand?”

“…”

“Mr. Miller”.

This time, he called his name more firmly, still Chase didn’t answer. Josh was forced to look at him quickly, for a moment hesitating in amazement.

Unexpectedly, Chase was pale, even looking unconscious with his eyes open. He just looked at the coyotes, as if he couldn’t hear Josh’s voice at all, he wasn’t even blinking. It was questionable if Chase was breathing, Josh was embarrassed by the unexpected response and quickly blurted out, alternating his gaze between the coyote and Chase.

“Mr. Miller, what are you doing? Wake up!”

“…”

“Mr. Miller!”

Suddenly Josh remembered Chase’s phobia of dogs, even the way he cried and froze. Would he calm down if I told him they’re a coyote, not a dog? Is it the same as the same type of family anyway? Since it looks like a fox, shall we call it a fox? In just a few seconds, various thoughts came to his mind and disappeared, now was not the best time to calm him down.

Keeping his eyes on the leader, Josh, who slowly shifted his feet to the side and approached the trunk, slid his hand under the open trunk door. The cool touch of the wrench touched the tip of his finger and he soon squeezed it. Immediately, the leader noticed an unusual atmosphere. As he hurried inside, Josh screamed violently.

“Mr. Miller, go ahead! Let’s go!”

Coyotes came from here and there, barking fiercely. At that moment Chase screamed and hugged his head.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Mr. Miller!” Josh kept screaming, kicking and punching the rushing wild beasts.

“Mr. Miller, wake up! Damn it, move on.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

“Chase Miller!”

Despite the repeated screams, Chase was still panicking and yelling, and his words seemed completely inaudible. In the end, Josh spat curses.