Chapter 47

The Taste of Survival

SKYLA.

My heart hammers as I stare at the blood pouring through the cracks before I quickly get out of the car.

“Stay hidden.” I whisper to Malevolent before I shut the door. The rain instantly drenches me as I stare at the body on the back of my car.

Fuck.

I rush over, my brain going into emergency mode.

I need to stem the bleeding! First, I slowly turn the body of the girl over before I gently lift her off the car, my heart sinking as I recognise her. She’s a witch student from the academy, one I’ve seen around campus here and there. She’s a few years younger than me but I don’t know anything else.

Her breathing is uneven, and she’s losing blood fast. I can see she’s missing a leg and a good chunk of her hip and one arm.

Fuck…

“I’m going to call for help.” I say, reaching for my phone in my pocket, only to realise it’s in the car.

I pull off the hoodie I’m wearing and wrap it around her waist. I need to call for help asap!

“No… help… them…” She chokes out, her eyes flitting to the forest before her eyes roll and my own heart stops when I realise she’s gone.

I close my eyes.

I may not know her, but someone just died… I move back, staring at her mutilated body.

That fucker…

I stand up, and that’s when I hear it, the chilling hiss of none other than the Death Noodle, followed by screams that are partially drowned out by the thunder.

Fuck!

Grabbing a piece of glass, I break into a run.

Note to self: keep a damn weapon in the car at all times!

the pouring rain is making it harder to pick up

brushing back my

deeper into the woods, the rocky uneven

stop in my tracks when I see the

And it’s angry…

she was referring to may be in trouble. Maybe the

see two young girls. One is a werewolf, the other a witch, both huddled against a

my heart squeezes when I see the shadow

is muttering something, but the weak shield she’s summoned isn’t going

the instinct to protect

life, fuck I don’t care what happens to me, but when someone or something picks on those weaker than them. … then Skyla Rossi has got to

Dumb Noodle!” I growl, grabbing a broken piece of wood that looks sharp enough in my free hand. I rush at

as he launches himself

in two. I twist my body, slamming

the glass to cut him, but

as if it was simply a piece of straw,

can’t defeat it, then

even the playing

on tight, digging my

leaves it, one that

and rage that follows are fucking intense. I’m coated in it as it flails his head and I’m thrown back, slamming into a tree, the agony that rushes through me, forces me

but both are simply staring at

Fuck, man! Focus!

help!” I

going to win this, and I can’t let them

stare at me

Fuck! You dumb shrimps!

blindly. This is our chance to

up and run!” I growl, staggering

the witch mutter, but she’s staring at me. I know she can’t see the Death Noodle, but surely, she knows there’s something here? Right now they’re staring at me in horror,

out of

gaze snapping down to me. This time it seems to

me as the chilling darkness seems to grow. Something in the

about its observance

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