Howling Shadows by C.N. Owens

Author:C.N. Owens [Owens, C.N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: werewolf, Paranormal, Albino, Romance
Published: 2018-02-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Trent

I make it home from the airport in record time. The 350 V8 in my primer-black El Camino wailed the whole way, trying to maintain triple-digit speeds. That would explain why I burned through half a tank of gas in sixty miles.

The grass is so high it rubs the front bumper as I idle down my driveway. I’m going to have to mow one last time before winter sets in good. It’s nearing 6:00 p.m. by the time I pull up in front of my old house, relieved to find everything exactly the way I left it.

I quickly inspect the house and what I can see of the two-hundred acres that makes up my land, and find nothing out of place. The field is deep with grass; not even a hog has come through cutting a path… all good signs.

The property was an old citrus plantation owned by the late Metts family and before that the Pritchets. It has long since fallen into disrepair. I found the place after my discharge from the Army, and despite its being near collapse, I had to have it. The Metts were good people and gave me an excellent price, but they were in their nineties and had ground all the usefulness out of the house before deciding to move.

***

It must be early evening when I wake up, feeling like I need to puke again. A couple days have passed, and as expected, the others have arrived. I live in the middle of nowhere, so I don’t lock the door. I may have left it open, too, but I don’t remember. I roll off the couch and barely manage to stand. Golden light beams through the windows of the French doors in the dining room, and a glimpse of the clock confirms it—6:30 p.m.

“Knock, knock!” Andrea’s deep voice echoes in the house.

“In here,” I say. Before I can take a step, I feel a gust of wind and Cassie appears, seizing me in her arms.

“Oh my God,” she whispers and steps away when I wince. “You look terrible.”

“Speak for yourself,” I say to Cassie, who still looks like a saddle-brown stick figure. I collapse back on the couch again, and she comes for me, sitting on my left.

“She did this?”

“Yeah, I think it’s infected.”

“Oh, there’s no doubt, I can smell it,” Gordon says before he even enters the room. “I have my pad with me, so I’ll write a few scripts. Based on the stench alone, you’ll need empirical antibiotics.”

“Thanks, bud, I need a dressing change, too,” I say, and wince when I try to shift a little on the couch.

“I can do that as well,” he says with a clear, powerful voice.

“Poor thing,” Cassie says, and pouts her bottom lip.

“Yeah, I don’t bounce back as fast as I used to. This infection is kicking my ass.”

“This isn’t the first time you’ve had to deal with it.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Cassie reaches out for Andrea and she joins us on the couch.

“Do you have any idea where Leila might be?” Cassie asks, and pushes my hair behind my ear.

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