“We are all just animals in the end, Foxx. And sometimes, instincts, animal or not, can result in some very stupid decisions. I’m not denying that they will be dangerous. If any one of them gets a hold of either of us for long enough, we’ll be torn apart. Which is why we won’t let them get near enough for that to happen.”
Foxx sighed again. “Easier said than done.”
“You know what the best thing about werewolves is?”
“What?” he asked with a huff.
“The fact that they can be taken out with a single silver bullet to the head. You vampires sometimes keep going, no matter where you’re shot…but with werewolves…it doesn’t matter where the bullet lodges in their skull, one pop and they're done.”
All of which Foxx knew. Yet…his mind kept going ‘what if, what if.’ What if one of their guns jammed? What if one did get too close? What if Harlow’s old age caught up to him at the wrong moment…?
‘What if’s’ were so fucking annoying!
Foxx was also just so irritated with himself… Well, he was irritated with Harlow too, but that was more about the whole dating bullshit. The feelings he had towards himself though, were because of all the doubts running through his head.
It wasn’t like him. He’d never felt this off before a fight. And he really needed to get his head in the game. Because the werewolves would not give a flying fuck that his head was more of a mess than normal.
Harlow eyed Foxx as he guided the boat forward. The vampire had sat there glaring at the water, his arms crossed with his lips pressed into a firm line since he’d parked his plump ass in the boat.
The man was feeling stabby, while also being…on theme. Very on theme. As Foxx had insisted on changing in the car before they’d set off.
He’d gone from a semi-normal blue sweater covered with clouds, and mom jeans, to green overalls with a matching green puffy cap, pink rain boots, and a pink sweater with alligators on it. He wasn’t sure how the vampire just happened to have all that just lying around, but it was certainly…on…theme…
Though, he had yet to see an alligator… Here's hoping that continued. Harlow would prefer it if it was only werewolves trying to eat them tonight.
They were deep into the Atchafalaya swamp now. Their only way to communicate with the outside world was a small two-way radio that connected them to the local U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Department. Who would, if they called out for help, inform local law enforcement… As if that would help. But it was all they had. They’d left their cellphones behind when they found out that they didn’t work where they were going. It was definitely time for him to get a satellite phone of some kind.
The sun had set right when they’d arrived. And the super-sized moon, that had been barely there as they set off, was now high in the sky, its eerie red glow shining down on them. Which meant, by now, the wolves were no doubt already transformed and raging. Hopefully raging inside their own stolen house. It would be a long night if they had already set off to terrorize people.
Foxx's shoulders stiffened, the man glancing away from the water to look on ahead. Harlow heard what he heard only seconds later. Breaking up the monotonous sounds of bugs, frogs, and the boat moving through the water was…howling.
Glancing at the darkness created by the looming trees ahead, he saw nothing. Then again, he didn’t expect to see anything. Those howls were miles away still.
“Do you think they are roaming around or locked in the house?” Harlow mused.
Foxx slowly looked his way, his glare still in place. “It’s a lot of people to lock in one house.”
“They could fit, the house has three floors. Well, two floors and an attic, but based on the blueprints, it looked big enough.”
The vampire huffed. “Would there even be a reason for them to stay inside?”
“If they are growing something out here that they are willing to kill for, I’d assume they wouldn’t want to accidentally destroy it under the moon’s influence.”
“It’s…possible.” Foxx’s nose wrinkled. “The howls do sound as if they are all coming from the same location.”
Harlow grunted in response, and peered ahead. After a few minutes, Foxx went back to glaring out at the water.
Well…as they still had at least a few hours before they’d reach dryish land…
Gaze flicking back to Foxx, he grinned. “You know?—”
“NO!” Foxx snapped, not looking his way in the least.
“Oh, but I was just going to?—”
“No,” the vampire snarled.
He sighed. “It’s going to take us a while to get to the dock. That's a long time to remain silent.”
