88: EMPTY CLIP

Luke and Ethan had taken the fight outside. And although Ethan had transformed into his wolf form, I know Luke is strong enough to defeat him. Or at the very least, I hope.

There is silence in the wrecked living room.

Then two armed men step out from a corner.

They are different. Mercenaries, yes, but they wore no masks, and their expressions are that of pure cruelty.

In the florescent glow of the living room, the tension hangs heavy in the air like an impending storm. The scent of leather and old books mingles with the acrid tang of fear, blood, and dust. My heart thunders in my chest, each beat a reminder of the stakes at hand. They had come for me, but I’m not going down without a fight.

I’m not going down at all.

The two men stand before me, their faces tainted with arrogance of the victory to come. The glint of gunmetal catches the florescent light, their weapons poised with deadly intent. My palms are slick with sweat, and I can feel the weight of the silver knife hidden in my w