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Chapter Sixteen
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Oliver
"How long has he been out?"
"I think about an hour."
"What are you going to do when he wakes up?"
"I have no idea."
"Better figure it out."
"I know."
Voices slowly started to register with me. Where was I? I was on something soft, but how did I get here?
I focused on the last thing I remembered. What was I doing? I was in Jules's car...but why was I there? Elsie...Elsie was there. I felt the fear and confusion burrow in the pit of my stomach.
Without thinking, I groaned and opened my eyelids. I wasn't in Jules's car anymore, that was for sure. I wasn't sure where I was, though. I was about to sit up when I heard a voice.
"Better think quick, Elsie; he's awake." A familiar voice spoke, but I couldn't place who it was.
I turned off of my side as I sat up and locked eyes with Elsie. As soon as I saw those hypnotic eyes, the memory came flooding back to me. She had turned into a wolf. I scrambled backwar
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