Claire's POV
My hands were shaking like a damn leaf as I mixed the hand sanitizer with crushed chlorine tablets. Not exactly something they teach in home economics, but my rebellious phase had its perks. Who knew that making flash bombs to piss off my stepdad would one day help us escape werewolf assassins?
Kira moaned softly from the bed, her skin still pale as printer paper. The silver poisoning had done a number on her, even after Vivian's witchy healing stuff. Damon moved around the motel room with scary efficiency, shoving our s**t into bags.
He suddenly froze, his head snapping up like a dog hearing a high-pitched whistle.
"He's coming," he said, nostrils flaring. "Scott. Three, maybe four others with him."
My stomach dropped to my toes. "How long?"
"Minutes. Maybe less."
"f**k," I muttered……
Waiting for the first comment……
Please log in to leave a comment.