I wanted to make another attempt to contact my human family who hadn't been at the house, but I was faced with the dilemma of what to tell them even if I did make contact. Did I have them come and face another Werewolf attack?
I groaned anxiously. Please let this nightmare end. Tears of frustration fell down my cheeks. Please don't let me be faced with the m******e of those I love …
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When the house was in sight, Paul's Werewolf tensed, growling low in his throat. There was still danger then.
I couldn't bring the creature back, but I did drop teeth.
Paul leaped up onto the second floor balcony. I jumped, too, but because of my fatigue I barely made it. Paul gripped my forearm and swung me effortlessly up and over the railing.
This was Monica's suite. I rushed to the French doors th
