Page 31 of Cursed to Be Mine
“Run!” Henry screams again.
Dropping her gun, she turns.
Another werewolf instantly fills the camera.
I want to shoot it.
I want to not be helpless.
But all I can do is be her helpless witness.
Trapped with one in front of her and one at her back, Nicole pulls out a knife. It barely leaves its sheath before her arm goes flying, and her screams rupture the safety of the van.
“Nicole!” Henry screams, his spittle flying across the screen.
“Babe, I love –”
The camera angle drops. A vicious howl fills the mic. And then the video goes dark.
Breathing heavily, Scarlett grabs my arm. “We need to get out of here.”
I don’t disagree, but we can’t just leave everyone to –
“Shit!” Detective Howard shouts as he jerks back in his chair. A werewolf face fills the screen, its bloody maw spread wide in a smile. Its tongue flicks across the camera, cleaning it of dirt, yet making it blurry with saliva. Then it leans in, putting its eye right up close to the lens.
I see you.
The camera goes black once more as the werewolf drops Nicole’s body to the ground.
A chilling bark of laughter echoes through the mic. The sound of bones popping mixes with snarls. Teeth gnashing under pained groans. And then a man’s raspy voice comes online.
“We’re coming for you. Might I suggest running?” He laughs, deep and deranged, and then he starts to howl. A human’s howl, not a wolf’s, sending goosebumps along my skin.
Animalistic howls erupt all around us, not from the speaker but ricocheting off the outside of the van. I snap my gun up, facing the windshield. Steel surrounds us on every other side, but it all just feels like glass.Glass I can’t see through. Can’t aim through.
“Henry,drive,” I hiss as the detective crumbles against the monitors, chanting his wife’s name.
“Nicole is such a pretty woman,” the werewolf taunts. “Don’t you want to come out and save her?”
Henry’s head comes up, tears streaming down his face. “She’s alive? Nicole, Nicole, baby, can you hear me?”
“Oh, wait, no, yeah, she’s dead. That was my bad.” His chuckle cuts like knives. “I forgot how fast you humans bleed out when you lose two limbs and your intestines. Hold on, wait, I’ll put her back together.”
“You bastard! I’m going to –”
“Die,” he cuts in smoothly, a second before an arm punches through the metal of the van, making a hole in the monitor. Its claws snap around Henry’s face and pull off his flesh. As he falls back screaming, clutching at the exposed muscle and one dangling eye, I pull the trigger of my gun over and over again. The wolf whimpers in pain, snatching its arm back, but another clawed hand is quick to cut through the metal.
Scarlett jerks forward, grabbing at Henry’s pockets. “Where are the keys?” she begs.
The van shudders as a huge weight drops onto the roof. I raise the gun and fire, trying to fill the fucker with holes, but although blood drips in from the ceiling, there aren’t any screams accompanying it. Just howls of laughter that sicken my stomach.
“The dashboard!”
She tries to move past me, but she’s too fucking fat and knocks into me. The gun drops to my feet as I’m crushed between her and the wall.
And I canfeela presence behind me, a werewolf lining up its shot to rip through the side of the van andpull out my heart.
I try to shove Scarlett off me so I can move, but she’s too heavy. Too focused on her goal to grab the keys.
