To find the end, I must fill this hole and add a day to Elises timeline: The kitchen door open and Cabot limped in. Bethy screamed, snatched up a frying pan and backed into the corner. What are you doing in here? Elise pointed at the open door. I told you to wait in the car! Someone called the police on you, Cabot said. Theres a squad car coming. If were dealing with a witchs coven that has persuasion – any male should be considered a tool. Bethy pointed the frying pan at Cabot. Did – did –did it just talk? Elise cursed. Cabot was completely right. She snatched up the adoption paperwork while Bethy was distracted. Yes, congratulations, youre life just got a whole lot weirder. Were leaving but it probably be best not to tell the police about us. Or at least, leave out the talking animal. I am not an animal. Cabot growled. Get in the car. Elise really hoped he could do it quickly as she wasnt going to be able to pick him up. Halfway to the Jeep, she realized that Bethy had pulled the door shut behind her and was following them. I meant him, not you. Elise snapped as the woman ran around to the passenger side even as Cabot climbed painfully slow into the back. I know a back way. You need four-wheel drive to take it. The police wont be able to follow you. W-W-What? Wolves were hunted out of extinction on the East Coast in the 1900s. Yet one came to a barn, killed ten kids, mauled my brother, and youre the only one that seems to know what the hell is going on. Im not going to let you drive away without some answers. Cabot paused at the Jeep to look back at Bethy. Your brother was bitten? Get in the car! Both of you! Because Cabot wouldnt leave now without Bethy answering him. Wheres this back way? Bethy pointed across the street at the neighbors house. Go down the Dunns driveway and through their yard. Youll see. Just follow the tractor path. Your brother was bitten? Cabot repeated as Elise threw her Jeep into reverse, raced backwards to the street and pulled a one-eighty on the main road. Bethy stared at Cabot. That is so freaky weird. Hes like one of those CGI talking animals. Is he really a dog or a man in a really good costume? I am not a dog! Cabot snarled. Cabot! Elise snarled back. Now is not the time to get hung up on definitions!
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 11:13:23 +0000
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