Project Rescue - a shifter novel (NaNoWriMo19)

Project Rescue - a shifter novel (NaNoWriMo19)

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I laid my head down on my paws, tired and not getting any sleep. Again. I have had the same dream every time I close my eyes. There's screaming, fighting, arguing, and dying in it. I've never had this happen in my life, well, not in this lifetime, maybe in a past life. I'm not sure how it works - the past life regression, I mean. I'm a jaguar shifter but not a very good one. I didn't have anyone to teach me the things I needed to know. My parents died when I was a small child, gone before I was one-years-old. Oh, don't worry, I did have a grandfather - if you can call him that. He was the one who taught me everything not to do.
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If you go down to the woods today... Well, in this town, you probably won't come back. Unexplained deaths and disappearances are normal around here. In Haltonshaw Grove, we tell these real life horror stories to our kids like bedtime tales. They help us learn from a young age to stay out of the forest after dark. But one halloween, we didn't listen- Me and four boys. We broke the rules and we paid the price. We barely made it out alive and now we live with the trauma, the nightmares, the memories. Seven years later, the events of that night, like most things tend to do around here, have come back to haunt us. We never talked about the night we ran in the forest, never spoke afterwards at all really, but now we're going to need each other if we're going to survive what's coming. Me and those boys I've loved all along. - - ‐ - - - - - - - - - - - - - Our town is haunted. The five of us are cursed. And Halloween is just around the corner... Let's see who makes it to November 1st.

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