Blood Moon Lake

Chapter 6

The sight of the blood-covered teen dressed only in his boxers was all the convincing I needed.

Yanking him in, I slammed the door shut, locking it. Pulling my shirt off, I tossed it to him. "Put this on."

Catching it, he shot me a thankful look and slipped it on. If it was long on me, it was way too long on him, reaching his mid-thighs.

"What happened?" I asked.

The boy tensed and ignored me, eyes darting around the room.

I frowned. "Hey. I just saved your life. You better tell me what's going on."

The blonde began shoving the couch toward the door.

I pushed him away from it. "Do you want me to throw you back out there?"

He glared at me. "My friends were gutted by four sickos in masks."

I flinched at his harsh tone. How could he talk about his friends' deaths so coldly?

"Now get out of my way so I can move the couch," he said.

Stepping out of the way, I watched as he struggled to push the couch toward the front door. He was halfway there when a blood-curdling shriek pierced the air. The blonde stilled. Neither of us moved a muscle. Silence settled over us like a thick blanket.

After several moments, I joined him by the couch and started pushing it again. Snapping back into action, he began to help. Slowly but surely, the couch inched across the floor until we settled it in front of the door.

Turning around, I searched for any other entrances to block. My eyes landed on the large glass French doors. "Any idea what to do for those?"

Following my gaze, the blonde groaned. "What nutter decided those were a bright idea!?"

I shrugged. "They look nice."

He glared at me. "Nice and fortifiable are two different things! Grab the table."

Moving toward the table, the blonde grabbed one end and began trying to lift it. I watched as he strained to lift it.

"Are you gonna stand there and stare like a git or are you going to help?" he snapped.

I glared at him. "Watch your mouth or I'll throw you out."

His eyes narrowed. "Come help me. Please."

Grabbing the other end of the table, we moved it toward the French doors. Lifting it, we positioned it so it covered the glass.

Another ear-piercing scream rang through the air.

This time it was closer.

"Closets?" the Brit asked.

"In the bedrooms," I replied.

He began jogging toward the rooms. "How many people are you with?"

I followed behind him. "Three."

One of the doors creaked. "What's going on?"

Whipping around, Anna stood in her doorway, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

I glanced at the blonde. "Something bad. You need to wake Ella."

Anna's eyes widened. "Wake, Ella!? Why!? Who's the blonde guy!? What's going on!?"

The blonde huffed and pointed at himself. "Leo, now choose a room and get in the closet. Wake the other person up, I'll get Ella."

Anna wrinkled her nose and stepped out of the way. "Good luck."

The blonde- Leo disappeared into the girl's room.