Dark of Night
Lucas grabs him by the throat, lifting him into the air, flashing his fangs and looking just at terrifying as the wendigo.
Three more humans move in, two with guns and another with a crossbow.
“Let him go,” one of them orders, and his voice is vaguely familiar. “This gun is loaded with silver bullets with a wooden core. Unless you want to be nothing but goo on the forest floor, you let him go right now, you son of a bitch.”
I jump forward, putting my back to Lucas’s and holding up my hands. “Stop,” I say, heart racing. “Put your guns down or I eviscerate you where you stand.”
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