CHAPTER FORTY
Inside the cabin, Angie and Peter stood together, ready to face Garrou this one final time. She had expected him to smash through the door at any second; instead, Angie heard the sound of something hitting the door and making it shudder once, then silence again.
“What was that?” Peter whispered, his throat thick with fear.
Angie shook her head, her breathing shallow, the shotgun in her hand rattling as she began to quiver. “I don’t know.”
Her whole body tingled, and she felt overwhelmed by her extra senses, but Angie was even more so because she had no idea how to interpret what these meant. Her throat reflexively swallowed though her mouth was dry as her mind raced with possibilities, all of which were horrifying and bloody.
Angie and Peter stood, terrified and confused
