Beautiful.
Terrified.
“You remember what you told Isabel earlier?”
Her brow furrowed slightly.
“You don’t leave people alone with monsters,” I whispered.
Emotion cracked across her face instantly.
“Yeah.”
I rested my forehead lightly against hers.
“Well, sweetheart…”
My eyes lifted toward Vaughn.
Then toward the storm outside.
Toward the war coming straight for Eagle River.
“Looks like the monsters finally picked the wrong town.”
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FELICITY
The monsters finally picked the wrong town.
The words settled deep inside me.
Heavy.
Certain.
And for the first time in months…
I almost believed survival was possible.
Hersh still held my face gently between his hands while the storm battered Eagle River outside.
The tavern felt different now.
Not afraid.
Ready.
Wolf had already pulled out his phone, barking quiet orders to someone named Saint about roadblocks and vehicle descriptions.
Trigger sat at the bar with a laptop open, somehow looking both dangerous and deeply entertained at the same time.
Sheriff Tate was on his radio calling in trusted deputies only.
Trusted.
That word mattered now.
