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!

is making it harder

brushing back my wet hair from my

the sound rushing deeper into the woods, the rocky uneven terrain beneath my feet doing little to slow

I see the broken- down trees,

And it’s angry…

If not, the others out here she was referring to may be in trouble. Maybe

One is a werewolf, the other

are injured, as they cower in fear and my heart squeezes when I see the shadow of the monster behind them. It’s

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

the instinct to protect them

own 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

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

the air, raising both weapons as he launches

two. I twist my

I try to use the glass to cut him,

simply a piece of straw, and I shift, shoving my

I can’t defeat it, then I will blind

to even the playing

I hold on tight, digging my claws in, before

hiss leaves it, one that even makes my

head and I’m thrown back, slamming into a tree, the

I shout to the girls, but both are simply staring at me in

Fuck, man! Focus!

need help!”

going to win this, and I can’t

stare at

Fuck! You dumb shrimps!

flailing blindly. This is

run!” I growl,

at me. I know she can’t see the Death Noodle, but surely, she knows there’s something

out of here.” I say, rushing

snake freezes, its gaze snapping down to me. This time it seems to be staring at me,

the chilling darkness seems to

Something about its observance makes my

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