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Hailey
When we arrived back at the cabin, Ransom went in first.
“All clear,” he called out, while I kept watch outside.
I stepped through the ruined doorway and found him pulling on a new pair of jeans he’d grabbed from his backpack.
He gestured toward the door. “I need to fix that. There’s some plywood underneath the cabin.” He zipped up his jeans. “Wait here.”
Before I could say anything, he was out the door.
I turned toward the big window. From here, the trail we’d just climbed was visible as a faint line across the meadow. I watched it anxiously, expecting Jordan to appear, half-changed and covered in matted fur and blood. His wounds were bad, very bad, but it gave me cold comfort.
I jumped at the noise behind me and turned to find Ransom wrestling a large sheet of
