Annabel
I grip the gun with shaking fingers. The CIA couldn’t send a wolf to get me. This isn’t a sci-fi film. It was just some enormous, rabid wolf that must’ve smelled food inside and wanted in.
Still, my heart won’t stop thumping against my ribs, the sound of the gunfire and the wolf’s yelp echoing in my ears.
And Charlie’s still out there.
But he’d know what to do. He’s that kind of guy. He’ll have a weapon on him, or he’ll make one out of a branch or rock. He’s a trained assassin, for God’s sake. I don’t need to worry about him.
As if I could stop though.
Sarah finally gets Grady to sleep, and I’m starting to freak out about Charlie’s long absence and the giant rabid wolf. I pick up the gun.
“Maybe I should go out there.”
“Are you crazy?” Sarah snaps. “That’s how every movie c
