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-Eight: The Break Of Dawn
(Ending)
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Dawn broke over Hackett's Quarry in a soft shower of gold.
Warm sunlight creeped across the camp and the woods, banishing the shadows of the night away and transforming it once more into an idyllic place for kids to make many cherished summer memories at, not a place of horrors and death, where monsters stalked between the trees under the silver light of the full moon. A sense of calm filled the camp with the advance of the dawn's radiance, touching all who survived—and all those who didn't.
As four girls who survived the horrific night stepped once more into the golden light of a new dawn.
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Dawn washed over Sarah, gilding her bloodied skin gold as she stirred from where she laid on the forest floor.
She looked down at herself, blood slicking her naked body and the torn shreds of her clothes, the circular burn of her silver bracelet that not even werewolf healing had fixed wrapped around her wrist, bits and pieces creeping in from the night, hazy in the light of the dawn. The bonfire... the dare... the werewolf's teeth in her shoulder... her slow transformation, then... nothing but impressions of memories through a fog of aggression and animal instinct, of running under the light of the full moon and tearing apart anything that smelled like prey. Even those who were her friends, even the girl she loved so much.
Sarah's eyes widened. Nora.
She had to find Nora—had to find the others. To find Nick. She had to know if she and Nick were free of the curse, or would they face more sunrises waking up naked and bloodied, hazy memories of the night left in their brains. To see if the others had survived, that they hadn't hurt or killed them under the curse.
So Sarah got to her feet and walked to the only place she knew the others who might have survived the night—who she hoped survived the night—might be.
The lodge.
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Hayden, Nora, Abi, Kaitlyn and Dylan extricated themselves from their tight hold moments before the golden light of dawn flowed in through the shuttered windows.
Hayden let it glide across her face, basking in its gentle warmth, in how it symbolised they'd all survived, bloodied and scarred physically and mentally, but they had all survived. They were all alive.
And so were Nick and Sarah, who were cured, who could be coming back to the lodge right now. Hayden could see her brother again, her brother, the brother she knew and loved, her other half once more returned and completing their set.
They just had to wait.
As she turned away from the sun, Hayden looked at her friends, all alive and in mostly one piece, Nora supporting Abi with her ankle as werewolf's blood still stained her, before she noticed they were all looking at something.
