Chapter Seven
“End of the line, buttercup.” he said. “Here’s the deal. You come over here like a good little reporter and I’ll bite you. Promise it won’t hurt too much. You try to run, I’ll rip your head off and eat it. What’s your vote?”
Sierra, cold terror clenching her insides, turned from him and ran. She kicked of her shoes and bolted down an alley way, her stocking feet splashing in the cold puddles of rainwater. She heard Eric take off after her.
Halfway down the alley, she heard the sound of fabric ripping and chanced a brief glance backward. Eric was shifting into bear form without breaking stride. Currently half man, half monster, he came at her on all fours. She wretched her eyes away and turned back just in time to narrowly avoid tripping over a trash can.
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