He blew a whistle so loud my hands slapped over my ears because it felt like it pierced straight through my skull, and my stomach just dropped right down into my knees because I didn’t even want to know what that was calling.
Then the shadows moved.
I saw them, I swear I saw them first..shapes slipping out from between the trees where the moonlight didn’t reach, stepping forward slow at first and then faster, shoulders broad, weapons in their hands, faces I didn’t recognize at all, and my entire body locked up because oh my God, who were these people, where had they come from, how long had they been waiting out there in the woods like ghosts just watching us this whole time?
The one in front was tall, terrifying, with a scar down his cheek Darren called him Ken like they were old friends meeting for drinks instead of about to kill everyone in sight.
And I was just standing there clutching my torn clothes. Damon was still holding Darren against that tree like he wanted to break him in half, Darren was grinning like he had summoned his own personal army straight out of Hell, and Ken and the others were stepping out from the bushes like this was some kind of horror movie where the heroine always dies first, and I knew, deep in my gut, that whatever was about to happen next was going to make everything before this look like a warm—up.
Damon’s eyes snapped toward Darren then toward the men creeping out from the shadows.
“What’s all this! Why did you bring back the people I banished from our pack a long time ago? What are they doing here, Darren? Why are they here tonight? Answer me!”
But Darren only smiled with that awful grin full of blood and madness like he had been waiting for this exact moment his entire life, like the fight and the fury and the glowing rage in Damon’s eyes were all part of some grand plan he had been writing in his head for years.
“This was all a plan. A set up. And you fell for it. Goodbye, brother,”



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