by Jayme Morse
Samara pinned Ethan’s body to the ground. Through his loud growls, Ethan struggled to get his own teeth around her neck. His teeth sunk into her throat, and Samara felt the blood gush out, but she didn’t care. She pressed her two front paws down on his throat and bit down as hard as she could, constricting his airways.
Ethan stopped fighting back. All Samara could hear was a gagging sound coming from him as she continued to push down on his throat with all of the force in her body.
Despite his labored gasps for air, Samara knew that she couldn’t let go. She didn’t have a choice. She had to kill him before he killed her.
As he took his final breath and his body went limp, Samara turned to Luke. He’s dead. Let’s go.
Realizing that Seth was still with them, Samara decided that now wasn’t the time to try to reconcile or talk to her brother. She didn’t even know if she should. After tonight, would he still be a Vyka? She didn’t know, but now wasn’t the time to ask that either.
Samara still had a mission to do. She still had to find Jason before he found her.
Glancing across the highway, she saw him. He must have thought that he was hiding in the bushes, but his nearly black eyes stared back at her, glowing in the reflection of the full moon and sending a chill down her spine.
It was Jason.
Samara froze for a second, calculating her next move.
She knew that it wasn’t going to be that hard for a pack of wolves to find Jason, but she didn’t think it was going to be this easy, either.
Images of all of the people who Jason had killed flooded through her mind – Colby’s mate, Meagan; Lilly Phillips; the trick-or-treater who Samara had never seen, but whose blood-stained death spot on the dark pavement left her feeling haunted. She thought about the fact that Jason had just bitten Emma, her lifelong best friend, to get revenge. Samara also realized that Jason had just turned her into a cold-hearted killer herself. The lifeless body that lay feet away from them wasn’t her doing; it was all because of him.
Feeling the anger build up inside of her, Samara stepped out into the highway. As she began to dart across it, Samara heard Luke scream inside her mind. No! Samara, watch out!
Samara looked up and saw the bright headlights coming at her. She heard the loud screeching of tires against the black pavement and the honking horn as the oncoming car approached her. Unsure of what to do, Samara stood, frozen in place, and howled up at the blood moon, which she was certain now was brighter than any moon that she had ever seen before.
For a moment, the only thing that Samara could think was that she was going to die. Samara thought about her parents, how they would never know that she was a wolf because she had been too afraid to tell them. She thought about her brother, how they would never have the opportunity to really reconcile, even though she had just saved his life from what could have been a painful death.
Samara found her thoughts lingering most on Luke: her first kiss, her first date, and her first love; the only love that she would ever have in this lifetime, and the only love that she would ever have really wanted. Even though she knew that she had been falling for him and, ultimately, she had chosen Luke over Declan, it hadn’t become really clear to her until right now, in the last moments of her life. I’m going to die now, but I just want you to know . . . I love you, Luke, Samara told him through mind-speak. She had said it just in time.
She felt as the SUV pummeled into her, cracking her bones and knocking her against the cold hard pavement. Samara closed her eyes, allowing everything to go black. Maybe the end wouldn’t be too bad; maybe she would feel no pain if she just accepted that this was what was going to happen to her.
I love you, too, but a car accident can’t kill you, Luke told her.
Samara gasped in shock at hearing his voice and cracked one eye open. She was alive. Glancing down at her body, she realized that she no longer had her white fur. Samara had turned back into human form. She looked over at Luke, who had just changed into his human form.
What happened to my fur? Samara asked him through the trembling that had taken over her body. She glanced over at him; his face was filled with horror.
It’s probably from the force of the accident . . . or just your shock, Luke replied. We have bigger issues to deal with right now. Luke motioned to the other side of the road.
Samara heard the sound of a car door opening. She glanced over at the SUV, which had gone off the side of the road but appeared to be perfectly intact. Samara breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t have lived with herself if she had killed not just one but two people tonight.
The driver of the vehicle climbed out, placing his mud-covered boots on the ground.
When she met the familiar pair of brown eyes that stared back at her, Samara gasped.
It was her father . . . and the look on his face told her that he had just seen everything.
Book 3 of the Howl Series, Coming Soon!
Jody Morse and Jayme Morse are sisters that reside in the Poconos. They write young adult paranormal romance and suspense novels. To connect with the authors, please visit:
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Table of Contents
COPYRIGHTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25