mind. Trust me.
Samâs eyes widened further. She shook her head and backed away from him in disbelief. Blindly, she ran into the house, leaving Malcolm alone. One glimmer of hope remained.
Heâd been looking into the ice blue eyes of a wolf.
Chapter 7
He sat in the car, watching them through night vision binoculars. His stomach lurched in response to what heâd seen. Her eyes had shifted; she was one of them, no doubt about that now. He knew what he had to do. It was simple really. She had to die and so did the creature. He pulled away quietly in the dark. He kept the headlights off so he wouldnât attract attention. He knew the creature was distracted with his whore; it wouldnât notice.
Tony smiled, remembering the triumph heâd had earlier this evening. It had tried to read him, and Tony had blocked itâone of the benefits of his partnership. His new friend had taught him how to put up a mental barrier, a means of self-preservation. Over the years, his family had been working to develop their psychic abilities. This way they could fight their enemy more effectively. Tony had done it. He warded off a mental invasion from it . Keeping that thing out of his mind took a lot of energy. Doing it also gave him a raging migraine. Tony couldnât maintain the block for long, but he did it. Once heâd been spotted, he immediately focused on keeping him out of his mind. Doing it took so much energy that Tony had to get out of there as soon as he could. Heâd almost fainted from the effort, but heâd done it.
He pounded the steering wheel and hooted with excitement. He couldnât wait to tell his partner about the latest developments. He drove up to his house, thinking about how they had the audacity to sit there in the restaurant as though they were normal and had any right to be there, breathing the same air he did. It infuriated him. All those people in that restaurant, the clueless morons. They had no idea about the evil that lurked right under their noses. He thought about the Logan woman. She was a nice piece of ass, no one would argue that. Too bad she was tainted, evil. He thought about how sheâd looked at that animal, and it made him sick. It was perverted, a human woman and that thing . He had to remind himself that she wasnât really human. Her eyes had mutated. Tony saw it happen, and it confirmed what theyâd thought all along. Her humanity was being taken over. She was infected by the animal inside of her, and now she would have to die.
He got so excited thinking about the various ways he could do it. It would definitely be easier to kill her and then let the creature die slowly afterward. He thought about how much pain and suffering her death would bring to the creature. He ran different scenarios over in his mind as a slow smile spread across his face.
Chapter 8
Samantha ran into the house and quickly locked the door behind her. She leaned her forehead against it, trying to catch her breath. Desperately trying to wrap her brain around what had just happened. âWhatâs going on,â she said in a frightened whisper.
Nonie called from the kitchen, âSamantha? Is that you dear?â
Sam pulled herself together, knowing that she couldnât tell her grandmother what had just happened. How could she? She didnât even know herself. She wiped her eyes and collected herself as best she could.
Sam entered the kitchen as casually as possible and put on her best game face. âNonie, I canât believe youâre still awake. I hope I didnât wake you.â She tried to sound normal.
âNot at all. I just came down to get some tea before bed.â She got the mugs from the cabinet. âSo how was your date with Malcolm?â She poured a steaming cup and gave it to Sam.
âIt wasâ¦interesting.â She blew on the hot liquid, hoping to cool the drink as well as her blood.
âInteresting. Well, I guess
Samâs eyes widened further. She shook her head and backed away from him in disbelief. Blindly, she ran into the house, leaving Malcolm alone. One glimmer of hope remained.
Heâd been looking into the ice blue eyes of a wolf.
Chapter 7
He sat in the car, watching them through night vision binoculars. His stomach lurched in response to what heâd seen. Her eyes had shifted; she was one of them, no doubt about that now. He knew what he had to do. It was simple really. She had to die and so did the creature. He pulled away quietly in the dark. He kept the headlights off so he wouldnât attract attention. He knew the creature was distracted with his whore; it wouldnât notice.
Tony smiled, remembering the triumph heâd had earlier this evening. It had tried to read him, and Tony had blocked itâone of the benefits of his partnership. His new friend had taught him how to put up a mental barrier, a means of self-preservation. Over the years, his family had been working to develop their psychic abilities. This way they could fight their enemy more effectively. Tony had done it. He warded off a mental invasion from it . Keeping that thing out of his mind took a lot of energy. Doing it also gave him a raging migraine. Tony couldnât maintain the block for long, but he did it. Once heâd been spotted, he immediately focused on keeping him out of his mind. Doing it took so much energy that Tony had to get out of there as soon as he could. Heâd almost fainted from the effort, but heâd done it.
He pounded the steering wheel and hooted with excitement. He couldnât wait to tell his partner about the latest developments. He drove up to his house, thinking about how they had the audacity to sit there in the restaurant as though they were normal and had any right to be there, breathing the same air he did. It infuriated him. All those people in that restaurant, the clueless morons. They had no idea about the evil that lurked right under their noses. He thought about the Logan woman. She was a nice piece of ass, no one would argue that. Too bad she was tainted, evil. He thought about how sheâd looked at that animal, and it made him sick. It was perverted, a human woman and that thing . He had to remind himself that she wasnât really human. Her eyes had mutated. Tony saw it happen, and it confirmed what theyâd thought all along. Her humanity was being taken over. She was infected by the animal inside of her, and now she would have to die.
He got so excited thinking about the various ways he could do it. It would definitely be easier to kill her and then let the creature die slowly afterward. He thought about how much pain and suffering her death would bring to the creature. He ran different scenarios over in his mind as a slow smile spread across his face.
Chapter 8
Samantha ran into the house and quickly locked the door behind her. She leaned her forehead against it, trying to catch her breath. Desperately trying to wrap her brain around what had just happened. âWhatâs going on,â she said in a frightened whisper.
Nonie called from the kitchen, âSamantha? Is that you dear?â
Sam pulled herself together, knowing that she couldnât tell her grandmother what had just happened. How could she? She didnât even know herself. She wiped her eyes and collected herself as best she could.
Sam entered the kitchen as casually as possible and put on her best game face. âNonie, I canât believe youâre still awake. I hope I didnât wake you.â She tried to sound normal.
âNot at all. I just came down to get some tea before bed.â She got the mugs from the cabinet. âSo how was your date with Malcolm?â She poured a steaming cup and gave it to Sam.
âIt wasâ¦interesting.â She blew on the hot liquid, hoping to cool the drink as well as her blood.
âInteresting. Well, I guess
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