Your name is Marin, but you prefer that people call you Cassidy. Why? Well, that's just one more thing the people in your life want to ask but never do. You don't really like people, so they tend to stay away from you, but, one day, these two idiots get lost in a forest.
Not the most dramatic beginning to any story, I'll admit, but who said beginnings had to be dramatic? Besides, you've had enough drama in your life already.
So why not add some more?
Join Marin as he deals with the ever-smiling Kodi, nosy Elizabeth, talkative Christian, perceptive Alaster, mysterious Iris, and the creepy Creeps as they suffer through miscommunication, no communication, invisible bad guys, and the end of the world as we know it but not really.
Trigger warning: Death. Torture. Death. And more death.
(Part of the MC chronicles -each can be read alone and in any order)
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This is the first story I've ever written that I actually planned on finishing and I love it even though it's kinda terrible.
When I first met him, he was feral-like a smart Neanderthal. He blended with the Oregon forest like the predator himself, but at least this one, you could look at. I was just trying to get justice for my friend, chasing a story that felt too important to ignore. But instead of answers, I found Aaron Hallam. I nearly died protecting him in my own home, and when I thought he was gone for good-erased by LT, I threw it all away. Moved back to New York. Tried to start over.
Then, just when I thought I'd left it behind, I ended up on a blind date with a predator of a different kind. I almost became another missing girl, trafficked and forgotten. But Aaron-the supposedly dead fugitive-came back like a ghost, slashing the bastard up before he could lay a hand on me.
Now I'm stuck with him again. And honestly? I'm good right here.