"Hey, kid."
A foot nudging in my side, a shadow across my face. My other side cold – no furry pillow.
I crack my eyes open.
"Hmm?" I ask the silhouetted man looming over me. One of my arms flops up to shade my eyes, but I still can't see his face.
Instead of an answer I get more of his boot in my ribs. "Ow."
"Come on, get up, kid."
I roll over and push myself up.
Dizziness.
I swallow thickly and I'm kneeling. Blinking to keep back those black spots dancing in my vision.
"You can't sleep here," the man states.
Now I can see he's a cop, the blue uniform, the black boots, his arms crossed.
"'Kay." I use the fence to help me get up - my legs are so tired - grab my bag of trash and my coat. Head out.
Pray that damn cop doesn't say anything else to me.
He doesn't.
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Hitchhikers (Wolf Point #1)
WerewolfEvery time he blacks out, someone dies. Daniel Connors has been on the run since that terrible night three years ago, when he killed three adult men... including his own father. When a dog begins following him on the road, Daniel begins to feel alm...
