DEA
The night air tasted metallic and heavy as if sensing the danger lounging around. Every muscle in my body screamed for me to get out of the moving car and run, but I was frozen, caught in Arthur’s arms while my shoulder was burning like fire.
“They’re close,” Arthur muttered in a growl and floored the accelerator as we sped right through the night.
I could feel the tension in his body but it’s not out of fear. Despite my vision blurring, I can still see the lethal calm underneath him.
Before I could ask what he meant by that, something fell at the top of the car in a loud thud followed by a long howl.
“Arthur!” I stammered, clutching his arm when a figure loomed ahead blocking the car.
But he just plowed the car right into it crushing the beast, its blood splattering all ove
