The Curse of Hood [Book #1]

The Silver Lining

Chapter Five – The Silver Lining

This was Scarlet’s last stand, here inside a abandoned home out in the middle of no where. Soaking wet, covered in dirt, scared and surrounded by moth eaten furniture. This was how she was going to die, here now, holding a silver pan, huddled in a corner between two walls and a counter; just hoping for the best trying not to make to much noise.

She could hear Dalton’s heavy footsteps come in to the room. The werewolf that had killed her mother and who had said Lex’s and Savannah’s death were good. How much did she want to just kill him as ugly and painful has possible? Lots. Even scared to death now she was tempted to do so no matter the risk.

“False alarm,” Dalton’s deep voice says. There was no sign of anyone else but him so she guessed they were alone again. She couldn’t make up her mind rather that was good or not; good she suppose sense that means one less werewolf to fight against. “Where the Hell are you?” He suddenly growls. Scarlet could picture him standing above the spot were she had been tied up in a corner, looking down at the bloody ropes. Her wrist were still bleeding from the rope cutting in to her skin.

She holds her breath, trying to be as quiet as possible. She could hear Dalton moving closer. “I bet that brat just ran off again,” he says to himself, stepping in to the muddy kitchen.

Scarlet closes her eyes, holding the pan closer to her, feeling the cool silver against her chest through the wet fabric. She counted in her head as he came closer, she knew she’d have to be quick. 1… This was a big risk. 2… . She’d probably fail at it and die anyways. 3… .She didn’t care.

She wasn’t sure how she managed it, getting up so fast and being strong enough to swing the pan as hard as she could and actually hit Dalton in the face with it. All she could sum it up to was adrenalin, or the fact that she went in to fight mode. Not actually caring rather she lived or died. She had a slim chance of survival anywhere anyways.

Dalton yelled and screamed holding his face that sizzled popped and smoked. Between his fingers Scarlet could see red, and the smell of burnt hair and flesh flooded and surrounded them both. “Shit, what the Hell did you do? Your dead!” He hollers loudly, it seems like it could shake the building and bring it down on top of them but that isn’t realistic.

So again Scarlet hit him, this time in the side, he screamed again even louder and went back and forth grabbing at his face and now sizzling side. He stumbled around reaching out for Scarlet with one hand in a zombie like motion holding his side. Scarlet smacked the pan against his hand, quickly he brought it back to himself as his fingers curled, shriveled and burned.

He slipped in the mud and landed just in front of Scarlet’s feet, jumping back she avoided his head and thrashing body. He wasn’t fit to come after her in any way, not even to really fight back so she took that time to dig in to her pocket and pull out her silver dagger, the silver wolf gleaming in the sunlight.

Standing above Dalton’s shriveled up and bubbling body, she dug the end of the silver dagger in to his chest through the heart making his burnt lips open gaping, and his blood shot eyes stare off in to the distance. With one last breath he was gone. No longer terrorizing her nor her family.

She dug around in the kitchen drawer after pulling the dagger out and wiping it upon her wet coat. She had found a bunch of silverware and stuffed her pockets as full as possible with them and quickly left the house. Jumping out of the small shack in to the quiet forest was a weird feeling. Like just coming out of Hell and in to the real world but still with the fear from the resent past. She took off then knowing Lupus would be coming by any minute now, unfortunately he’d find Dalton’s body because she had no way in setting him on fire, but she hoped it sent fear down Lupus’ spine, but all it would do in reality is anger him.