A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 7 (Line Editing left)

There had been better evenings in Jayla's life. Having to drag a semi-conscious, sobbing barely-adult back to her terrified friends had been all kinds of not fun, especially the part where she had to lie through her teeth. Better than leaving the girl in the dark about her close brush with danger-possibly-death, but it beyond sucked to know no one would be finding the 'black van' or 'creepy looking guy' they'd made up. There would be no resolution for the girl, only a life long 'what if', if things went well. If the vampires came after her again, who would save her then? Were there protection spells they could put on her?

Jayla and Vivian left when one of the girl's more industrious friends dragged in a beat cop from the street. They narrowly dodged having to give a statement. Jayla kept the guilt about that at bay by staying alert for possible ambushes as they made their way back to the mansion.

"She'll be okay," Vivian said, almost convincingly. She looked to be distracting herself by keeping in touch with Lisa and the rest of the pack. Texts flew back and forth, constant updates about what street corner they were on, how close they were to Sledge or home, and how no one had spotted any vampires. Yet.( Continue reading )

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