Page 38 of Howl For Me
It had to be the fifth toast they’d shared since taking off. Her three friends giggled, thrusting theirs up. They were well into their cups, having the time of their lives.
She glanced around the small plane and smiled. They had splurged on the luxury plane, splitting the cost. If they were going to have a wild time in Hawaii, then they wanted to do it in style. It was decorated in the finest that money could buy with plush leather recliners that swirled around. Televisions and computers were at their disposal, but they didn’t have a need for them. This was a trip for the girls to catch up with each other. They were all a little tipsy, having stopped at the bar in the airport before boarding.
“To the sexy bitches! May we have the time of our lives in Hawaii!” Damara shouted.
“Sexy bitches!” the girls echoed.
They clinked their glasses together to celebrate a long overdue girls’ trip. These girls had been the best friends that she could ever have. They’d met their freshman year in college and had been inseparable since. After graduating, they’d each gone their separate ways, staying in contact through social media and group chats on their cell phones.
Damara glanced around the small private plane and winced. Her wolf was clawing at her stomach, as if trying to warn her of danger. She took in each of her friends smiling and laughing, with the feeling dread sitting in her stomach. She tried to push it aside and took a healthy sip of her wine. She attempted to relax, but her wolf wouldn’t let her.
The plane jerked, and the girls’ laughter faded.
“What was that?”
“Turbulence?”
Damara turned her recliner around and glanced out the window. The plane jerked again, this time harder. The air grew tense.
“Okay, this isn’t fun,” someone said, breaking the silence.
The seat belt sign came on, and the stewardess appeared from behind the curtain. “If you all can please put your seat belts on.”
“What’s going on?” Damara asked, placing her glass in the cup holder beside her chair.
The girls all did as the woman had asked.
“Looks like we’ve just hit a bumpy—”
Her word was cut off by another jerk. It threw the woman to the floor, and the plane trembled as if it was struggling to keep its altitude.
Screams filled the air as the plane shook before tilting forward in a nosedive.
Damara gripped the armrest of her chair while sending up a prayer. Her stomach rolled when the plane didn’t upright itself. Her attention went to the window, and she could see they were falling to the ground.
She glanced around, finding the stewardess scrambling to get into an empty chair, but her body flew up against the ceiling before slamming onto the floor, unconscious. Panic ensued. They all knew they were plummeting to their deaths.
“Oh God!” Damara cried out, sending up a prayer that they would survive. She prayed that their shifter ability would save them, but she had the sense to know that even something as big this would be too much for their abilities to heal.
The plane continued to jerk and spin while it plunged to the ground. Damara let loose a scream seeing the ground rise up fast.
“Gavin!” she screamed, just as darkness claimed her.
