The Beast Across The Lake

Chapter 35

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                                       Isabella

It was the strangest scene, both my mom and I coursing through the trees of the murky forests towards the first car garage on the list of four. Beach Haven Mechanics was the name at the top of the list. We hadn't smelt any rogues, none for the past ten to fifteen miles to be exact. We checked the garage out anyway, it was old and beaten down no doubt like the rest were.The garage doubled as a home, an old man was asleep on a rocking chair through an open window. I wondered if he'd soon wake up to the brisk breeze and shout out at the two massive wolves stationed outside of his home.
We ditched the first place and moved on to the second. There were car parts littering the entire lawn, a stench of something that resembled tar but again, no rogues, no Caleb. We moved on to the third once again had no luck.
On the way to the fourth and final one, I was beginning to think that Caleb was nowhere near and that Dimitri orchestrated the whole thing in hopes of luring me out.

There was no car garage, there was no Caleb, not here anyways.

On the brink of doubt and giving up is when we smelt it. Rogues.
Combined with the smell of something burning, we looked at each other with knowing eyes and ran even faster to discover that wedged between a couple of trees was a half burnt sign that read Beach Haven Auto Repairs. We could smell the rogues, but there was none within sight. It was hard to tell how many there were, the smell of something burning disguised many things. We edged closer with caution and wrapped towards the front. The garage door was shut, like the last garage, metal pieces took home on the grounds, we struggled to walk in between on the rare patches of grass to avoid making any noise. My mother hissed lowly at me, I turned to see that she'd nudged  the front door but it was locked.

Step back, I gestured with my head. She moved aside and with full force, I leaped for the glass door, sending thousands of pieces to scramble everywhere. Shards of glass struck out of my back, the noise was piercing compared to the silence of the night. I picked off what I could and we continued inside.

Hovering above on a metal platform was an SUV. The smell of something burning intensified. More pieces of metal, car tires and tools decorated the floors, sides and walls of the garage.

Basement, I thought, they'd mentioned something about there being a basement.

In the right corner my mother was fiddling with something that looked like a mini passageway built into the ground. She flung the wooden frame open to reveal a spiral staircase. It was small enough that we both knew one thing for sure ;it was time to shift.

I was midst shifting back, well aware of the fact that we should have brought some kind of clothing when the car hovering above my mothers head suddenly fell. She was still in wolf form, she had no time to dodge the fall. The car came crashing down on her with a deafening noise. I screamed out loud, the impact flung my human against the walls of the garage. Through the dust and the chaos, laughter echoed. It didn't belong to one person, it belonged to eight.
Eight rogue men stood by the machine that held the car captive, playing with the strings that released the vehicle.

"Dimitri would have loved that," one of them cried out.

"No kidding, he told us to expect her but this was too good to resist."

I coughed out as the smoke from the crash filled my lungs. I could not see much, I could only focus on trying to take a breath that did not feel like shards of glass were in my throat.