All Chapters of Rachel's Wolf: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

          “Galen?Honey,are you home?”    Rachel closed the front door,and flicked on the lights.Galen was nowhere to be seen,but the smell coming from the kitchen was divine.She smiled as she followed her nose.He’d set the table already and the fried chicken in the oven was making her mouth water.She noticed her note on the fridge was gone and went upstairs to take a quick shower.    Which was where she found him.Rachel cast all thoughts of her conversation with Gabrielle out of her mind as she stepped out of her clothes,seeing his muscular frame under the hot water.She stepped in,wrapping her arms around him and she heard his groan of pleasure as she began to kiss his shoulders.    “What took you so long?”he asked.He turned around,pinning her against him.His green eyes sparkled with mischief as he ran his hands up and down her body.    “It took a

               “Becca,where are you?”    Rachel pulled her dark grey coat tighter against her,staring around the empty cemetery.The sky was darkening and thunder rumbled in the distance.Where was everyone?Did they leave without her?    She hesitantly advanced to the open grave as the first drops fell from the sky.She peered in,sucking air into her lungs as the smell of burning wood and scorched flesh assailed her senses,causing her to sink to her knees and gag.    “Rachel….”   Dear God,Galen’s voice…   “Rachel,why did you leave me to die?”    Frozen with fear,Rachel stared into the open grave again.The remnants of the casket began to move and sickeningly,she saw Galen’s charred remains begin to move.Screaming didn’t help.She was trapped in a nightmare.    Inch by inch he beg

Black candles flared into life as Rachel walked into the darkened cave. Her feet were bare,taking in the sensation of utter cold from the harsh stone floor.“Where am I?” she whispered into the darkness. What was this place? So cold, so forbidding…“Rachel…”The voice which spoke her name was female,guttural and filled with malice. Dear God, what was this nightmare? Her body tensed and she felt her breath coming in short gasps. It was almost as if she could no longer move of her own free will.“Who are you?” Rachel asked, trying her best to keep her voice steady. She shouldn’t show her fear, that was what all darkness fed upon. “Why have you brought me to this place?”“To watch him die,” the voice said spitefully. “To have our revenge.”Galen….no…Before her eyes, a stone altar rose from the floor, spikes protruding from its surface.“He will die Rachel…And you will be the one who delivers him unto us…”Rachel was still visibly shaken from her vision, as Becca handed her a cup of tea.

She was falling… She was floating… A downward spiral into the open grave… Midway down, Rachel was overtaken by a sense of hesitant peace. The fall down was not what she expected. She’d envisioned herself making a swift fall and an even more swift connection with the cold, hard earth waiting for her below. Instead she found herself floating gently, with no fear, no trepidation and absolutely no horror to speak of.  Some dark spirit had pushed her into an open grave. Was this how it would end for her? With no one around her to say a final goodbye? No Mom, no Becca, no Buck and no Galen? Her heart wrenched at the thought of her loved ones, left behind once the spirit killed her. Would she not even hold Galen one last time? Rachel closed her eyes and fell deeper into the waiting abyss… When she opened her eyes, she found herself laying flat on her back, on a marble floor, in a cold empty room. She sat up, stretching and trying

Their voices, sounding slightly disorientated, came through to her as if from the depths of a cold fog, sweeping some desolate countryside. Odd, but comforting. “Fucking hell, how did this happen? And why isn’t she waking up?”Galen …“I had no idea leaving her there would lead to this.”Becca…“The spirit wanted her life. It wanted my baby’s life…”Her mother…Rachel wanted to open her eyes, wanted to see them, but her eyelids felt heavy, as if opening them would be the most monumental of achievements. What happened? Why was she feeling so powerless?Slowly, her fragmented memories became whole while listening to them. The dark spirit attacked her, trapped her in some vile illusion, using her father’s memory as a weapon to attack her and make her lose her mind. She heard the heaviness of her breathing, felt the heightened racing of her heart as she recalled every moment of its demented plan. What did it want? Why torment her in this way?“How did you know Liz?” Galen asked, the angu