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I let out a strangled gasp as I read it, my heart clenching, and clenching, and clenching.
I plopped down on my butt, and just laid back.
It was this spot here, she told me that story.
This spot.
I spread my hands out, stretching my arms beside me.
I shouldn't be out here, this is Canada, man.
Bears, wolves (A/N: making it up as I go :D) prowl the deserted parks and stuff, but I couldn't care less.
I just let my mind roam, not really caring where it went, because it all inadvertently ended up with Jacq.
I sighed through my nose, opening my eyes a crack and staring at the stars.
I'm never going to be able to let this girl go, and I'm actually okay with that.
I blew my floppy bangs away from my forehead, then froze, lips still puckered.
Was it just me, or...?
There it was again.
No sudden movements.
Oddly enough, the voice in my head was Jacq's. Which makes sense because she's had a husky since we were 5, named Alexa, and she's an expert in calming people down, too, so why not potentially wild, rabid animals?
The unearthly growl seemed closer.
I licked my lips nervously.
Shit, I'm actually scared.
For some reason, all I could hear in my head was Jacq, and she was saying nothing in particular at all.
Oh craptastic.
I just lay there, breathing as slowly as I could, thinking I wouldn't stand a chance against Sean if this animal tore my abs out.
When I thought it wasn't there anymore, I sat up.
And immediately regretted it.
The only thing on my mind before everything went black was Jacq's voice saying,
Oh great, it's a fucking wolf. Why couldn't it be a fucking bunny instead?
