drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
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In which a group of counsellors are stuck at Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp for one more night that soon turns into a night of survival
(the quarry)
(aroace fem! oc)
(nick furcillo x fem! o...
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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Storm Shelter
(The Matriarch, Part 5)
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Nora nearly sobbed in relief when she staggered out of the woods and saw the lodge.
Even still, a cry scraped past her mouth as she grinned, pushing blood-matted curls back with her free hand. The rain that had started during her run in the woods had washed most of the blood from her skin, but some still remained, clinging stubbornly to her skin, her clothes and her hair, but Nora hardly cared about losing her only protection, flimsy as it was, when the lodge was in sight and she could get inside and wait out the night withe everyone.
Making her way down the side, Nora landed on the ground with a thump, expecting to see everyone rush out of the lodge.
Her grin fell when no one appeared.
"Guys?" she called out, walking toward the lodge. "Kaitlyn? Hayden? Abi? Dylan?"
No response.
A chill rushed over Nora's skin as she held the axe tighter, eyeing the van that had a werewolf inside it only moments before.
Could they have been bitten? Were they turned and in the woods right now? No—no, that couldn't have happen. Besides, Nora was certain she'd heard gunshots during her terrified headlong rush into her woods. Her friends had to be okay, had to be alive, had to still be human.
So why weren't they here?
Unease prickling over her, Nora held the axe aloft as she walked around the lodge, not willing to call out again—not willing to attract anymore attention—as she walked underneath the lodge, debating whether to stay here or risk it and make it for the lodge proper and bunker down in there.
That was when she heard a noise coming from behind her.
Turning, Nora's senses went on alert as she held the axe high above her head, its bloody edge silhouetted against the moonlight, as she creeped in further underneath the lodge, toward a set of doors leading to the storm shelter where, according to Laura, Mr. Hackett had bitten Max. She was about to slam it down when she heard the noise—the voice—clearer and recognised it.
"'... and you'll have loads of fun and make friends for life.' So sick of people telling me..."
"Abi," Nora breathed, lowering the axe as she ran to the doors and banged on them, screaming, "ABI!"
Abi's voice cut off with what she was originally talking about before she asked, "Nora? Is that... Oh my God, is that you?"
"Yes! Can you let me in, please?!" Nora yelled, looking over her shoulder, afraid the werewolf she'd narrowly escaped from was there in the woods. Was it her imagination, or did a bloodstained white shape dart past through the trees?
