Fateful Blackouts

There is a dead silence as we step over the brink of the soft green grass onto the wet ground that will lead us into the forest. Now, my immediate concern is that we are not met by two of the Crimson Shadow Pack. This alone tells me that what lies and awaits us is not something that I am going to like.

But I shall push that aside and hope for the best as I have said to myself that fear shall not get the better part of me. Yet, as we are slowly making our way towards where the pack lives, I have Edward tapping me on the shoulder.

Well, I nearly fucking die. However, as he shows me what he has in his hand, I truly wish that I was dead. My dear beloved has phoned him at least twelve times since we have left the car, now I tell you, that is definitely a fear that I am feeling.

That has to wait for we are just around the corner of where we should be, but…

"I smell blood." As I pause, the faces of Connor and Ethan turn pale. "I smell a lot of blood."