Jake Park X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

“You better hope she shows up, Jake, or you and that kid are dead!” He steps into the light and leans close to the man tied. It is Jake. I couldn’t recognize him from all the blood. I feel my knees weaken. Jake has been here the entire time. I look closer to the man punching him. It is Micheal. Oh my God, I think, bile rising in my throat. My hands start to tremble as I struggle to stay quiet. I can’t believe it—Michael, the one we trusted to help us, has been working with Jack all along.

The satisfying pop of his shoulder dislocating makes something deep in me grin. “Wanna keep talking?” I growl. Jack spits blood, still smiling through broken teeth. “You’ve always been a dog on a leash.” Wrong move again. Michael’s on him next, slamming him down hard. Parker’s wolf circles like a shark, teeth glinting in the weak sunlight. Jack kicks, scrambles, fists swinging, but it’s pathetic now—pure survival, no more clever tricks. Eva hasn’t moved. Just watching. Cold. Calm. Beautiful and terrifying all at once.