Page 8 of Wild Tempest

"Then you know how horrible it was. The suffering that she had to endure. You’re going to include that in your documentary, aren't you?”

"Yes, of course," Garrett replied. “How often do you come out here to summon the spirit of Doña Elena de la Cruz?”

“At this time of year, the coven comes out every weekend leading up to Halloween,” Summer said.

“So, you’re in an actual coven?”

Summer shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, we don’t ride brooms or anything.”

The interview was interrupted by hooting and hollering in the distance.

From across the meadow, a guy shouted, "Let's get this party started!"

Marcus panned the camera to a group of guys who approached through the forest. With bottles of beer dangling from their hands, they stumbled through the woods, clearly drunk. They looked like clean-cut frat guys.

"Now this is what I call a party,” one of them said.

The girls covered themselves and scampered away.

The big burly dude protecting the coven squared off against the frat boys and brandished the pistol. "This is a private party,” Draven said. “Get the fuck out of here!"

"Take it easy, bro. We’re just having a good time."

"We were having a good time until you guys arrived.”

"I see that. But this is a public place. We’ve got every right to be here.”

"It's not a public island,” Draven said. “This is private property.”

The frat boy with wavy blond hair squinted at him. "Is it your property?”

Draven’s jaw clenched tight. "You should leave now before you get hurt.”

"What are you going to do, big man? Shoot me?" The blond frat boy shared a glance with his friends, and they laughed.

He was either drunk, stupid, or suicidal.

Draven aimed the pistol at Blondie. "You should leave now.”

He wasn't playing around.

Blondie raised his hands innocently. "Okay, okay. Chill out, bro. No reason to get hostile.”

"You're still here," Draven said.

Blondie took a step back. "Alright, alright. We’re going.”

The frat boys backed away and made derogatory comments.

"Don't come back," Draven shouted.

Once the frat boys had disappeared into the tree line, Draven stared straight into the camera lens. "Delete that footage. Now!”

"I wasn't recording," Marcus said.

Draven aimed the pistol at him. "I said delete that footage right fucking now!”

That was the end of the clip.