LATER THAT EVENING, Maggie and Jackie were in the nursery, discussing everything that had happened that day while getting the baby ready for bed when they heard an awful, shrill animalistic noise outside the house. As they rushed to look out the window, the face of a man met their own and he looked murderous. With ease he swung himself into the nursery and stood between the two women and crib where they had just placed Emma.
“Who the hell are you?” Jackie cried.
“The better question is who the hell are the two of you to try and lure my nephew to the human way?” he roared.
“What are you talking about?” Maggie said, shaking with anger.
“He will never really be one of you and you can’t change that,” the stranger continued.
“What are you talking about?” Jackie repeated, just as angry.
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