Nina
“James… Run.”
“What?” he said. “I’m not gonna leave you out here.”
I c****d my shotgun as the yellow eyes continued to stare at me from the darkness, accompanied by the sound of a deep, horrifying growl.
“You have to run, James,” I said, raising the barrel of the gun to point it at the creature in the forest.
James grabbed my arm. “C’mon,” he begged. “It’s not safe!”
“Go NOW!” I yelled, spinning around and pointing the gun at him, tears in my eyes. James threw his hands up in surrender and backed away, then turned on his heel and ran off toward the camp.
I turned back toward the creature, which was now emerging from the woods; it was a werewolf. Was it Enzo? I thought he was still in his tent, but maybe he followed me so that I couldn’t find anything I wasn’t supposed to.
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