Prologue
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“Help!” The young woman screamed to the top of her lungs. ”Is anybody there? Somebody please help us!”
The room she was in was pitch black. Around her, she could hear the muffled screams of at least two other women. Where was she ,and why was her head throbbing? The last thing she recalled was walking to her dorm. Her Last class had finished early, and she had refused her friend’s offer to walk her home.
Big mistake, she now realized. Too late for that. Someone had grabbed her from behind, and everything went dark after that. She recalled getting the uneasy feeling of being followed near the halfway point to her dorm. The street was dark ,and no one was around .Just when she was pulling her phone out to call 911,BOOM.
“Basement, I am In a basement, or cellar,” the girl thought to herself. Her hands and arms were restrained,and she was against a cold,damp surface. Dirt ,perhaps?
“Hey,” she whispered, can you guys talk?
“Yeah,” One of them whispered.
“How long have you been here? What are your names?”
“Miranda, and Jane ”the girls uttered in hushed voices.
“We were walking home, when he grabbed us.” Miranda voiced, “I think I have been here two days,Jane three.He comes twice a day, brings us water and bread,” she could hear the quiver in their voices.
“Does he say anything, and have you seen his face?”
“He just growls, and forces us to eat, says it will all be over soon,” Jane whimpered.
“He keeps his face covered,” Miranda added .”But he is huge, at least six foot four, muscular, and he breathes heavy.”
“Ok,” the girl thought. How to get out of here.
“Listen,” she said in a calm voice, “We are going to get the f**k out of here.”
“H, How?” Miranda shuttered,” He will know.”
“Everyone has a weakness,” she whispered,” And we are going to find his,”
“What do we do?”
“Keep acting scared,” the young woman whispered. ”When the time is right, We will make our move.”
She suddenly stiffened. A new scent flickered in the air, musk ,dirt, and blood, wolf’s blood.
“Shh, he’s coming,” Jane whispered.
They all quieted down as the echo of heavy footsteps slowly stomped overhead...He was there...
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