Amy’s house looked about as normal as possible from the outside. Still, it didn’t explain the presence of an unmarked red van parked across the street.
“Look,” Beth whispered, moving her eyes in the direction of the van.
Morgan grimaced. “Hunters. Just great.”
“Are you getting as sick of this shit as I am?”
Morgan’s eyes narrowed. “I wish I had claws and fangs right now. I’d tear them to ribbons.”
Beth squeezed her lover’s hand. “Focus, sweetie. We have to find some way to get inside and warn them.” Through the living room picture window, Beth could see Amy’s parents, Jake and Elaine, weretigers like their daughter, observing the van and them through the window. They were in human forms right now, but that wouldn’t hold if they were threatened.
“Think the rest of them are inside?”
“They stick together,” Beth nodded. “C’mon. We need to get inside.”
Thu May 30 07:57:56 2002