Awoooooo.
Awoooooo.
Howls immediately grabbed my attention, and my eyes started darting around. I didn’t see any of them, but I could hear them. The panic that Quinn was in trouble started setting in. I wanted to see what was going on. It was taking too long. What would I be able to do? Fuck it.
I unlocked the door and jumped out of the truck. I started walking up the drive, and my head was jerking to every sound. Every leaf movement. Every twig crack. My legs started moving faster. As I got closer to the house, I could make out that someone was yelling. No, multiple people were yelling. I wasn’t sure who.
More howls filled the air.
Just as I was about to step on the porch, Quinn walked out onto the porch, pushing Ravik—his shirt gripped in his hand. I froze, and I locked eyes with Ravik. His mouth dropped wide, eyes bulging as he stared at me. His face turned ghostly white.
“Yeah… look her in the eye,” Quinn demanded.
Sounds from the wood area caught my attention, breaking my stare with Ravik. Wolves started approaching, slow, forward-leaning. Predatory.
“You think you can get out of here?” Ravik shouted, then spat at the ground. “You’re fucking pathetic.”
“No… You are becauseyouthink I came with only three other people,” Quinn seethed.
More wolves started descending from the woods. Two wolves came from inside the house. The stark white one, I knew, was Callie. Which meant the grey one had to be Hyder.
“As soon as your life ends, there will be no Novo, no person for anyone to answer to until the next one is decided,” Quinn said.
“You would kill your uncle,” Ravik said, shock hitting him about what was about to happen.
“You killed my father… but I’m not gonna be the one to end you. She is—a life for a life,” Quinn said.
My eyes shot back at him. Was he fucking serious? His free hand reached into his pocket, where he pulled out a knife, and with a click of a button, the large blade slung out. He pushed it to me. I looked down at the knife and back at him.
“Little doe, take the knife and end this… preferably before one of the wolves makes their way up here,” he said.
“I… I… I…” I stammered. Looking at the knife that he put in my hand.
“Yeah, right, Quinn, she’s a fucking puss, she won’t—”
I shoved the knife right into his heart.
“That’sfor Izayuh,” I said.
He made a sputtering sound. I pulled the knife out, and blood started spraying everywhere with each beat of his heart.
“And that’s for Quinn’s dad,” I said.
The spraying got slower and slower. Seconds. That was all it took for his eyes to roll back, and he fell limp onto the ground. My eyes stared at him, never looking away. My heart hammered in my chest, and my breathing had become ragged.
BOOM!
An explosion sounded, and my eyes slowly turned to the sound. Quinn’s truck was on fire.
Fuck. No. Fuck.
This couldn’t be.
My eyes started darting around the field, and wolves were in battles with each other. Then ripping and bones cracking happened right next to me. My head spun back to the porch. The large black wolf stood on the porch. He jumped off the porch and out into the clearing.
Awooooooooooooo.
Awooooooooooooo.