Savage Hunt by Jane knight

Chapter Seven: Bumping into Dragons

Maybe Charity was right with what she had said when we were cleaning up after breakfast. I didn’t want to feed into her worries, but the idea of staying at the cabin longer was a tempting thought.

I slipped on my running shoes, grabbing my overnight bag by the leather handles, and hefting it off of the bed. I had just packed a few comfortable things for the next few days along with the sexy bra and panty set that Jake had never gotten to see me in.

Walking out of my bedroom, I closed the door. Something about leaving, even if only for a short time, felt like I was saying goodbye.

I knew that if I wanted to stay longer, Scott and mom would let me. If I asked, he would probably let me stay there for free. I just hated to do that. I didn’t like leaning on them that much. Even though they would probably offer it to me.

My parents had told me before that they always felt better when someone was in the house. Which I could understand. It was in the middle of nowhere and even though no one had messed with it there was always the worry. If they did, my parents wouldn’t know for weeks at least.

Scott liked to take fishing trips to the lake. He told me that he had been coming to fish there with his parents when he was a kid. That his dad had grown up in the house, running through the woods as a child until night would fall.

My mom liked being outdoors, but the woods out there gave her the creeps. She said she could feel things out there and it wasn’t something that mom enjoyed so when he go on his trips to the house. She and I would usually get together and lounge around the pool at their house, or go to the local shops and look at pretty rocks. When I was younger, she called it our girl time. Saying that Scott just needed to connect with nature.

I loved my mom, but sometimes she could be a real hippy.

living room, I grabbed my purse and my keys off the couch. I shuffled the bags around in my hand, listening to

white wooden table by the front door. Kicking myself that I had

pray that he would let me take time off. I had a few weeks of paid time off and maybe I

made my way down the darkened hallway, with its pale yellow walls and maroon carpet that clashed painfully together. The apartment wasn’t the prettiest, but

place was just a stop on the way for

passed me in the hallway, eyeing me with eyes that seemed to glow in the dim lights that lined the way. A chill went up my spine as I moved to the other side

a braid. The other had bleached blonde hair with dark roots that looked like he had been running the strands through his fingers too

picking up my pace and the redheaded one’s lips twitched into a ghost of a smile. Sharp fang-like teeth peeked

tracked my movements and I felt a spike of fear move through me. I swallowed hard, my

almost bird

strolled past me, his jade eyes moved over me before dismissing

my fun. She’s pretty and it will piss off

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Seven: Bumping