Cl 1201 Novels & Stories

Chapter 68: Like A Rat In A Trap The Hall, Ridgecrest High School, Fallon Creek, Michigan... It had been a struggle to get through the remainder of the afternoon for Casey Peterson as his wolfish nature had not been too keen on all the noise and annoying people that surrounded him when he'd left his final class and attempted to get to his locker. He had been caught unawares as he shoved numerous heavy books into the metal locker that had been assigned to him since his first arrival and lightened the load from his backpack which was doing a number on his aching shoulders after such a heavy practice before his last class. Casey had been so preoccupied with the lightening of his load that he ha

He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Uh... I have a question," Alex said interrupting the moment. "The two of us? Do we just barge in their claiming ownership over the people he's holding captive, uh... we'll be taking in to." "I have worked with El Torento before in that same building, I know where they keep the locks, I know the codes and I know the time they lay around." He looked at his watch, the time is just few minutes after eleven. "They usually take a break around eleven thirty."

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The door was solid oak with heavy locks. Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable. Perfect. I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power. "I am in," I whispered quietly. Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run. "About time, little wolf. Status report."