"That's how he got in?" I asked.
Standing in the living room, Scott, Corey, Liam, Mason, and I looked up at the ceiling where these veins like burn marks dispersed from the ceiling.
"What is it?"
"It's the point of impact from the lightning strike," Mason says as we look turn to look at him.
"Usually you'd find charred spots like that on the ground after a violent thunderstorm."
"That's how the ghost rider got in. He rode lightning."
"But that's impossible. An average bolt of negative lightning carries an electric current of 30,000 amperes and transfers 15 coulombs of electric charge and 500 megajoules. These things how to be really powerful for that kind of energy." I blurted out.
"If they can use lightning to get past the mountain ash..."
"No place is safe," Scott whispered.
"What about the others? It's my fault they're marked." Corey added.
"We'll find a way to protect them. All of them." I said.
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Walking back up to my room, I closed the door behind me.
"You still haven't found anything."
"You still haven't left..." I said to Liam as I felt him come in through the window.
"You're in danger, Savannah. Whoever did this-"
"Will get an ear full from me. I'm a hunter too, don't forget that."
"I don't."
Picking from the broken frames off from the ground, I open one of the drawers from the bathroom sink and throw them in.
"What about this? Did you sniff this out?" He said as he picked up a piece of ripped cloth from the ground
Walking over there, I grabbed the cloth and felt the rough fabric.
"Do you have clothing that's like this?"
"I wear jeans and a t-shirt. Not this."
Sniffing out the cloth, there was a rush of wind come from my bathroom.
"What the hell was that?" He whispered.
"Scott! Liam! Are you still down there?" I yelled.
"What's going on?" Scott said as he peeked inside.
"Whoa...you still haven't cleaned up?"
"Forget about the room, okay? Did you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"Air."
"Well, you have an open window behind you?"
"No, it came from the bathroom." Turning his head, he walks inside and looks around.
"Nothing's here?"
"Okay, well, does this look familiar to you?" Liam added as he took the cloth from my hands and gave it to Scott.
"Oil?"
"Mechanic, maybe?" I asked.
"Yeah, it smells like motor oil. You know what? Dad used to have a jacket just like this."
"He did?"
"Yeah, the dark yellow one with the black hood. He wore it all the time when we watched you play years ago. He probably took it, but now you know what you're looking for."
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The Dark Riders (Derek Hale Love Story) #8
Loup-garou"This is our promise. This is our forever." Coming to the end of their road, Savannah and her friends all face the most difficult change in their lives. Adulthood. With Scott and his friends moving on to College, and trying to figure out what they w...
