Chapter Eighteen
Tears and sweat mixed on her face. The sounds of fighting didn’t fade as she ran up the hill. They followed her like a demon, keeping pace with her every step.
She had left him. She had left Jeremy in the dark, fighting werewolves.
Home by sunrise. He’ll be home by sunrise.
Screams chased her. Terrible, terrified screams. Something like a snarl followed. And then—
Pop, pop, pop.
Such a tiny little noise that could mean the end of someone’s life.
Home by sunrise. He’ll be home by sunrise.
The air burned Nola’s lungs as she ran up the hill. Her legs protested every step. Something warm and sticky dripped down her shoulder. But she didn’t dare look to see if it was her own blood that smeared her flesh or someone else’s.
The door to the atrium came into sight. Twelve
