Jack and I were just leaving the main cabin after lunch when Matt’s car came squealing to a stop, its tires skidding in the mud. We exchanged a glance as Matt jumped out of the car. I barely had time to step back before he was there, tackling Jack to the ground.“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Matt growled, pushing Jack’s face into the mud.Jack punched him in the side and gasped for air. “Get off me, asshole.”“Um…” I started, not sure if I should intervene or not. The cabin doors opened, and people came streaming out–Fiona, Ted, his boyfriend Andrew. A minute later, Enzo and Nina followed, trialed by Seth, Jenna, and a boy from the team named Brodie. Soon everyone was gathered around to watch the fight.“I’m going to kill you,” Matt snarled, punching Jack in the side of the head.Jack hit him in the ribs again. “Get the fuck off.”“Should someone maybe stop them?” Seth asked, his brows pulling together.“We need to contain Jack,” someone said. Everyone turned, noticing the man for
JackHe sighed and tilted his head back against the wall. It was almost a relief to have the truth out in the open. To not have to sneak around and lie anymore. If he was being honest with himself, the subterfuge was really getting to him.Now, at least, everyone knew what he’d done. He’d told Matt everything, down to the last detail. Whatever they did to him now was out of his hands.Still, the fact that the truth came out because of Henry Schreiber was a hard pill to swallow. His father, if he could even call him that, threw him right under the bus. Jack shouldn’t have been surprised. He’d already abandoned him. Why not get him killed, too? Then he could take the newly minted Maiden all for himself.Jack didn’t believe that Henry actually cared for his sister. How could he? He’d abandoned her just as much as he’d abandoned Jack. It was an unforgivable offense, and it hurt him to see Celeste talking to him, being somewhat friendly. They went off together, Fiona trailing after them wi
The sound of gunfire split the night, and I sat up, my heart racing. I didn’t give myself time to think as more shots sounded in the distance. I ran to the dresser and pulled on the cargo pants and jacket Matt had bought me the day before. I laced up my boots and did up my belt.I grabbed a handgun and loaded my pockets with mags. I also put a knife in my boot and added one to my belt. Before I left, I double-checked that my gun was loaded, and that the safety was off. Then I was out the door, running toward the noise.I had to find Matt. When I fell asleep, he was still guarding Jack.I headed into the forest where the noise was loudest. Silver moonlight washed over the trees, illuminating the ground. Growls split the night, followed by a few gunshots. Someone grabbed me from behind and I yelped, fumbling with my gun.“It’s me,” Jack hissed. He was holding the back of my jacket.I released a breath and turned to him. He was crouched in the undergrowth, a splatter of blood on his face
MattI reached for Celeste’s hand and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. She returned the gesture, her eyes locked on the pyre in front of us. We’d buried the dead Schreibers out in the woods, our own we planned to honor in the old way.Brodie succumbed to his injuries the night of the attack, his healing powers unable to contend with the silver powder the Schreibers used to tip their blades.We found James’s body in the woods, a bullet hole through his head. His siblings, Andrew, and Kelly stood together, tears streaming down their faces. Ted hovered near them, his hand on Andrew’s shoulder. I could barely bring myself to look at them. I kept seeing the triplets together in that motel room, laughing over their pizza.Seth and Jenna stood together. He’d taken a silver bullet to the leg, and he leaned on a makeshift crutch Enzo had found him. It was basically just a large stick, but it did the job. Despite the bullet being removed, it was the sort of wound that took a while to heal.Th
We arrived in Huntsville just as the sun was beginning to set.Golden light illuminated the desolate street–weeds working up through the concrete, bordered up buildings sloping ever more sideways, and graffiti painted across almost every available surface.Matt parked beside the others, in what was one a parking lot for a grocery store. The windows of the store itself were broken, and the shelves looted. The town had been abandoned for almost thirty years, yet cars still sat against the curbs and the church at the end of the road remained untouched, its stained-glass windows still in place.“This is nice,” Fiona said as she climbed out of the car. We all got out and surveyed the town.“Why did people abandon it?” Jack asked.“Economy failed,” Nina answered, coming around the side of the car. The rest of the group followed. “People just started leaving in droves.”“Also, the ghosts,” Ted pointed out.“Oh, so now you’re a believer?” Fiona taunted. “Feeling the supernatural energy now th
The reinforcements arrived just after midnight. We were sitting in the church when Andrew tore into the room, breathing heavily. He’d been on patrol with Jenna when they caught the scent. A few minutes later, a broad, middle-aged man walked to the church. He was dressed in black fatigues, with several guns at his belt and a long sword strapped to his back.“General Bukowski,” Nina said, jumping up to meet him.He shook her hand. “We’ve set up a perimeter around the town, and we’re going to camp out in the woods tonight.” His gaze roved over the small group. His eyes lingered on me and Matt for a moment before flitting away. “We encountered no signs of any Crescent wolves on the way in.”Nina nodded. “Alright. We should speak.” She gestured for Enzo to follow, then the three of them disappeared into the night.“Well, it’s bedtime for me,” Fiona said with a yawn.Everyone else seemed to agree, and we all wandered downstairs.We had our sleeping bags spread out across the floor of the ba
We woke to the sound of screaming. More than just one person. Their voices were filled with such horror that it set my heart racing. The screams cut off abruptly, but Matt and I were already awake and alert. We’d slept in the back of his car, naked and tucked under a blanket he kept in the trunk for emergencies.“What was that?” I asked, reaching for my clothes.Matt was struggling to get his jeans over his hips in the narrow space. “I don’t know, but we’d better find out.”We stumbled out of the car, shrugging our coats on over our shoulders. I tied my boots so fast it was almost a record for me, then we were running toward the sound of the screams, Matt with a gun in his hand. We weren’t the only ones. A crowd was gathering outside what had once been a library.Dawn had just broken, and golden light spilled across the street. Figures in black rushed toward the building, their guns drawn. They must have been the reinforcements Nina’s father sent. I didn’t recognize a single one of th
JackHe needed some time alone. He’d had enough strategy, doom-and-gloom, and blood for one day. When no one was looking, he snuck around the edge of the church, leaving them to their subdued dinner. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice as he carefully closed the door behind him. He didn’t want to be around anyone. Not even his sister.He especially couldn’t stand that his father was still around. He planned to fight with the rest of them, and Jack couldn’t help the small, ugly part of him that hoped his father got hurt. What right did he have to come back into his life and play the hero?The scent of dirt hit him the moment he stepped outside, and he took a moment to breathe the smell in. It smelled like spring, and he allowed himself to appreciate it for a few seconds. What if he never saw another spring? This could very well be his last.Lazy clouds drifted across the sky as golden light spilled down across the abandoned town. Was this the last sunset he’d ever see? He didn’t know w