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Authors: T.W. Piperbrook
Tags: Werewolves & Shifters
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open the window. It was stuck. The woman pointed across the street at them, then at herself. Then she ducked from view.
"What's she doing?" Billy asked.
A sudden pang of fear hit Tom's gut.
"I think she's coming over," Tom said. He held his palms flat against the window, as if to warn the woman. "Stay put!" he whispered softly, as if she might hear him.
But it was too late. The woman was gone.
Billy and Ashley panicked, the ripple of hope turning to panic. Mark opened one of the windows and held his rifle over the sill. Tom followed suit. He studied the entrance of the building, praying the woman would smarten up and stay inside. The landscape was calm. Alluring.
Don't go out there , he shouted internally.
"Keep an eye on the road," Mark hissed, his rifle swaying back and forth. "If she comes out, we have to cover her."
Tom's heart hammered. He squinted as he studied the landscape, prepared to fire at the first sign of trouble. The front door of the building moved. A patch of snow fell off the top of the door, cascading to the ground.
"Dammit. Here she comes," Mark hissed.
Tom squinted and kept his aim. He saw the sleeve of a coat, the pale glow of a lighter. It looked like she was peering out into the street. He recalled what had happened to the station wagon's occupants. They hadn't had a chance. The creatures had swarmed them in seconds. This woman would be even more vulnerable—on foot and alone, without a car to protect her.
As soon as the woman emerged, he'd shout at her. He'd do what it took to keep her safe.
Before he got the chance, something banged on the garage door downstairs, startling them.
"What was that?" Ashley cried.
Tom looked into the darkness behind them, then back outside. "I'm not sure."
"It couldn't be the woman. She hasn't even come out yet," Mark said, his voice shaking.
The banging came again—louder and more violent this time. It sounded like the garage door was buckling. Mark stuck his head out the window, inspecting the ground below them, and then leaned back inside. He swung his rifle in front of him.
"Shit!" he hissed. "We have bigger problems. They've found us!"
PART THREE: THE ATTACK
Chapter Eleven
Tom, Mark, Billy, and Ashley hunkered by the windows, listening to the crashing sounds below them.
"How many are there?" Tom asked.
"I can't tell!" Mark's voice wavered. "At least five! Maybe more!"
Tom stood and turned toward the window he'd opened, the cold air rifling against his face. He stuck his gun outside. The ground was fifty feet below. For a brief moment, he feared one of the beasts might leap up and pull him from his perch. The thought was unreasonable, and yet, after everything he'd seen, nothing seemed out of the question.
He braced his knees against the windowsill and leaned outward. The beasts were mashed up against the building in a frenzy. He heard claws tearing at the garage, the heaves of animals that knew what was on the other side. The things piled over each other in a barrage of limbs, clusters of black fur moving faster than Tom could imagine. He gritted his teeth and took aim.
He fired.
The bullet punctured one of the creatures—a furred arm, a face, a torso—he wasn't sure, but the ensuing howl made him recoil, as if the sound itself might attack him. The beast fell to the ground, creating a hole in the pack. Four others looked up. They stared at him with red eyes, snapping and snarling. He took aim at another and fired, but missed. The bullet ripped into the snow.
Movement to his left snagged his attention. Mark was leaning out the adjacent window. The man fired a round of his own, striking another of the things. The creature toppled to the ground, spraying fluid. It didn't get up. The remaining beasts growled and scattered, racing to the other side of the building and barreling out of view.
Tom held his position at the window. His eyes wandered to the fallen beasts. He felt some small sense of satisfaction, though he knew it
"What's she doing?" Billy asked.
A sudden pang of fear hit Tom's gut.
"I think she's coming over," Tom said. He held his palms flat against the window, as if to warn the woman. "Stay put!" he whispered softly, as if she might hear him.
But it was too late. The woman was gone.
Billy and Ashley panicked, the ripple of hope turning to panic. Mark opened one of the windows and held his rifle over the sill. Tom followed suit. He studied the entrance of the building, praying the woman would smarten up and stay inside. The landscape was calm. Alluring.
Don't go out there , he shouted internally.
"Keep an eye on the road," Mark hissed, his rifle swaying back and forth. "If she comes out, we have to cover her."
Tom's heart hammered. He squinted as he studied the landscape, prepared to fire at the first sign of trouble. The front door of the building moved. A patch of snow fell off the top of the door, cascading to the ground.
"Dammit. Here she comes," Mark hissed.
Tom squinted and kept his aim. He saw the sleeve of a coat, the pale glow of a lighter. It looked like she was peering out into the street. He recalled what had happened to the station wagon's occupants. They hadn't had a chance. The creatures had swarmed them in seconds. This woman would be even more vulnerable—on foot and alone, without a car to protect her.
As soon as the woman emerged, he'd shout at her. He'd do what it took to keep her safe.
Before he got the chance, something banged on the garage door downstairs, startling them.
"What was that?" Ashley cried.
Tom looked into the darkness behind them, then back outside. "I'm not sure."
"It couldn't be the woman. She hasn't even come out yet," Mark said, his voice shaking.
The banging came again—louder and more violent this time. It sounded like the garage door was buckling. Mark stuck his head out the window, inspecting the ground below them, and then leaned back inside. He swung his rifle in front of him.
"Shit!" he hissed. "We have bigger problems. They've found us!"
PART THREE: THE ATTACK
Chapter Eleven
Tom, Mark, Billy, and Ashley hunkered by the windows, listening to the crashing sounds below them.
"How many are there?" Tom asked.
"I can't tell!" Mark's voice wavered. "At least five! Maybe more!"
Tom stood and turned toward the window he'd opened, the cold air rifling against his face. He stuck his gun outside. The ground was fifty feet below. For a brief moment, he feared one of the beasts might leap up and pull him from his perch. The thought was unreasonable, and yet, after everything he'd seen, nothing seemed out of the question.
He braced his knees against the windowsill and leaned outward. The beasts were mashed up against the building in a frenzy. He heard claws tearing at the garage, the heaves of animals that knew what was on the other side. The things piled over each other in a barrage of limbs, clusters of black fur moving faster than Tom could imagine. He gritted his teeth and took aim.
He fired.
The bullet punctured one of the creatures—a furred arm, a face, a torso—he wasn't sure, but the ensuing howl made him recoil, as if the sound itself might attack him. The beast fell to the ground, creating a hole in the pack. Four others looked up. They stared at him with red eyes, snapping and snarling. He took aim at another and fired, but missed. The bullet ripped into the snow.
Movement to his left snagged his attention. Mark was leaning out the adjacent window. The man fired a round of his own, striking another of the things. The creature toppled to the ground, spraying fluid. It didn't get up. The remaining beasts growled and scattered, racing to the other side of the building and barreling out of view.
Tom held his position at the window. His eyes wandered to the fallen beasts. He felt some small sense of satisfaction, though he knew it
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