A WEREWOLF IN OCTOBER - CHAPTER 10 (Line Editing left)

Isha's right leg throbbed with each step, threatening to buckle under her weight. Her pants were stiff with unhelpfully drying blood. At least it's not mine.

She swallowed against both her heart and bile rising in her throat.

"Where are we going?" Rahul shouted. He had a steady grip on her arm, the two of them hobbling along together. They'd likely need to run soon. Isha considered asking him to let go of her.

"Downstairs, main room!" Jayla shouted back over the piercing shriek coming from the 'music box' that a minute ago had been a man. "We need to have Jesse," she nodded at said wailing box, "down there as soon as possible. Can you run?"

"Doubtful."

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