Beast looked toward the mountains.
Toward the darkness.
Toward wherever Gerald had run.
His voice turned cold.
Colder than I'd ever heard it.
"I saw his face."
Everyone went still.
Every single person.
Because for weeks Gerald had been hiding.
Running.
Watching.
Now Beast had finally seen him.
And Gerald had made one fatal mistake.
He'd stepped out of the shadows.
The sheriff looked up.
"You sure?"
Beast smiled.
A terrifying smile.
The kind soldiers probably wore before battles.
"Oh yeah."
His eyes never left the darkness.
"I know exactly who I'm hunting now."
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BEAST
Iwas fine.
Completely fine.
The fact that half my face hurt was irrelevant.
The headache was irrelevant.
The swelling was irrelevant.
Everything was irrelevant.
