Come on, come on, come on.
I could almost cry with relief when the fifth key I try finally slides home. The lock clicks, I push the door open, and the next moment, I’m standing inside the shed, the door dropping shut behind me.
I barely have time to register my surroundings before a hand is closing around my throat, another striking me squarely in the nose and making me cry out in pain. I collapse to the floor in a heap, my eyes watering as I take in the sight of a redheaded werebear in human form towering over me. “Who the f**k are you?” he demands, already winding up for another kick.
“H-hiker,” I stammer, mind racing as I wipe the blood from my nose. “I’ve been backpacking up the coast, but I got off the trail.” Licking my lips, I glance behind him. There, crumpled up in the corner,
