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I grabbed for my mobile. Sean’s going to be so mad. Really mad. My thumb hovered over the buttons, yet I didn’t dial.
In my rear-view mirror, the following werewolves reflected back at me. The driver watched the road, while the front passenger met my attention in the mirror. He no doubt saw the fear in my eyes. It had to be there—my heart beat like a bass drum, my breaths arrived high-pitched. My predicament did not look good.
Twenty minutes to reach Sean. If I didn’t call him, he’d ring to find out why I hadn’t returned—then he’d be even more annoyed at me for not calling when in trouble, after I’d promised I would.
Damn. Poised over the buttons again, I stared at my phone.
The red light hit the corner of my eye at the same time as I spotted the woman step out into the road.
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