tried to control his fingers but they felt disconnected.
Don't pull the fucking trigger.
'Pull the trigger,' DeRosier commanded.
Logan felt his finger inch toward the cold metal trigger. He couldn't stop it. And as he wrapped his finger around the little deadly crescent of metal, he wondered why the moonlight flooding in through the broken window behind him had suddenly become so intense that he had to close his eyes against it. A sudden heat ran up along his spine, burning away the cold spider hold that DeRosier had on his mind. And as the heat flooded his brain he saw a wave of silver light behind his eyelids and he heard a howl and realized that it came from his own throat. Sharp pain stabbed at his face and neck and upper arms, travelling down through the rest of his body. His skull felt like it was stretching and remolding itself. He dimly heard the gun clatter to the floor as he fell forward onto all fours.
Then a voice cut into his mind. A voice that calmed him and soothed the panic that ran through him. Sarah's voice.
'Logan, open the cages. There's a latch on the outside of the doors.'
He opened his eyes and leapt forward, reaching Sarah's cage in a single bound. Whatever control DeRosier had over him in his human form was gone now that he was a werewolf. He swiped at the lock on the cage and it clicked open. Sarah burst out of the prison and stood on all fours in the center of the room, snarling and growling, the fur on her back bristling.
Frazier backed up against the wall so quickly he slammed into it and knocked a painted landscape onto the floor. Even faced by two werewolves, DeRosier looked calm. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a revolver.
Sarah's voice sounded in Logan's mind again. 'He has silver bullets.'
Logan propelled himself at DeRosier and the two of them went crashing through the window in a crash of splintered glass. As they hit the ground outside, the revolver discharged with a loud bang. Logan waited to feel pain as a silver bullet pierced his skin but he felt nothing. DeRosier had squeezed the trigger reflexively and had missed.
Logan shook himself, glass shards flying from his fur. DeRosier scrambled to his feet, still wielding the gun.
Logan prepared himself to leap at the occultist again then froze as three sets of headlights cut through the darkness, blinding him with their glare. His vision adjusted and felt a sudden fear. Three black SUVs were parked on this side of the cottage. DeRosier hadn't come alone. The doors of the vehicles opened and black-clad men with guns climbed out.
'Sarah, where are you?' Logan thought.
'We're right behind you.'
He turned to see Sarah and Amy standing by the front of the cottage.
'Run!' he told them.
They ran for the trees as the men from the SUVs opened fire. Bullets ripped into the ground and trees around the three werewolves as they reached the pines and fled into the forest, leaving Frazier, DeRosier and the agents from the mysterious Temple of Thul behind them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wild
They padded among the trees in the moonlit woods, following scents they picked up on the night breeze and listening and smelling for signs of the men from the cottage. By midnight they were deep in the woods, in places where the only tracks were those made by animals.
Logan had become used to the telepathic communication and he felt more free roaming the woods in this new wolf form than he had ever felt in his life. He felt connected with everything around him, as if he were a part of the world again but in a more profound way than he had ever been a part of the world before.
The telepathic conversation ranged from Amy's feeling guilty over allowing herself to be fooled by Jensen Frazier to Logan telling the girls how he had slept for two days and missed Sarah's abduction from her house. It seemed Frazier had gone to the Temple of Thul
Don't pull the fucking trigger.
'Pull the trigger,' DeRosier commanded.
Logan felt his finger inch toward the cold metal trigger. He couldn't stop it. And as he wrapped his finger around the little deadly crescent of metal, he wondered why the moonlight flooding in through the broken window behind him had suddenly become so intense that he had to close his eyes against it. A sudden heat ran up along his spine, burning away the cold spider hold that DeRosier had on his mind. And as the heat flooded his brain he saw a wave of silver light behind his eyelids and he heard a howl and realized that it came from his own throat. Sharp pain stabbed at his face and neck and upper arms, travelling down through the rest of his body. His skull felt like it was stretching and remolding itself. He dimly heard the gun clatter to the floor as he fell forward onto all fours.
Then a voice cut into his mind. A voice that calmed him and soothed the panic that ran through him. Sarah's voice.
'Logan, open the cages. There's a latch on the outside of the doors.'
He opened his eyes and leapt forward, reaching Sarah's cage in a single bound. Whatever control DeRosier had over him in his human form was gone now that he was a werewolf. He swiped at the lock on the cage and it clicked open. Sarah burst out of the prison and stood on all fours in the center of the room, snarling and growling, the fur on her back bristling.
Frazier backed up against the wall so quickly he slammed into it and knocked a painted landscape onto the floor. Even faced by two werewolves, DeRosier looked calm. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a revolver.
Sarah's voice sounded in Logan's mind again. 'He has silver bullets.'
Logan propelled himself at DeRosier and the two of them went crashing through the window in a crash of splintered glass. As they hit the ground outside, the revolver discharged with a loud bang. Logan waited to feel pain as a silver bullet pierced his skin but he felt nothing. DeRosier had squeezed the trigger reflexively and had missed.
Logan shook himself, glass shards flying from his fur. DeRosier scrambled to his feet, still wielding the gun.
Logan prepared himself to leap at the occultist again then froze as three sets of headlights cut through the darkness, blinding him with their glare. His vision adjusted and felt a sudden fear. Three black SUVs were parked on this side of the cottage. DeRosier hadn't come alone. The doors of the vehicles opened and black-clad men with guns climbed out.
'Sarah, where are you?' Logan thought.
'We're right behind you.'
He turned to see Sarah and Amy standing by the front of the cottage.
'Run!' he told them.
They ran for the trees as the men from the SUVs opened fire. Bullets ripped into the ground and trees around the three werewolves as they reached the pines and fled into the forest, leaving Frazier, DeRosier and the agents from the mysterious Temple of Thul behind them.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Wild
They padded among the trees in the moonlit woods, following scents they picked up on the night breeze and listening and smelling for signs of the men from the cottage. By midnight they were deep in the woods, in places where the only tracks were those made by animals.
Logan had become used to the telepathic communication and he felt more free roaming the woods in this new wolf form than he had ever felt in his life. He felt connected with everything around him, as if he were a part of the world again but in a more profound way than he had ever been a part of the world before.
The telepathic conversation ranged from Amy's feeling guilty over allowing herself to be fooled by Jensen Frazier to Logan telling the girls how he had slept for two days and missed Sarah's abduction from her house. It seemed Frazier had gone to the Temple of Thul
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