“Bella wake up!” I sit straight up in a panic and look around. I am still in the car. It is daytime but the sky looks dark and angry. The forest around us looks eerie. I cannot shake the feeling of eyes on me.
“Bella….how sure are you that it is him?” Her voice trembles. I look at her and fear briefly flickers in her eyes.
“There is no one else. It has to be him.” I look straight down the road and I know we are close. Just a few miles and we will be stopped by the border patrols. This is our only chance of turning back. "I thought you said you could protect yourself."
Her hands tighten on the wheel. "I can fight werewolves. This forest isn't just full of werewolves. There is some ancient magic in these woods. I can't tell what the magic is used for. I don't like the feel of it."
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