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Night had fallen again, and I pulled myself upright, to peak out the crack in the boarded window. Already, I saw the shadowy figures loping through the dead grass. Their eyes glowing, teeth bared.
I glanced at the door, relieved to find the barricade of furniture still in place. Taking the small nub of a candle, I sat cross-legged on the floor, fingers quaking as I turned the pages of my journal.
It has been fourteen days since I arrived at this cursed cabin, stranded in the middle of nowhere. Twelve days since the attack on the wagon train. I’m all that’s left. Thirteen families started out on this journey, heading west, to greater prospects, and the chance to own land.
It had been Father’s dream. Not mine. Not my brother, Will’s. I can still hear Father’s lectures on how life in the wilderness would be good for us.
Then I hear his screams, telling my brother to take me and run. And we did. Fourteen days ago, we set out with the Martin boys on horses, riding away from the nightmarish scenes. Holy Lord, there was so much blood. I’m all that’s left.
They’re getting braver. Tonight, one clawed at the windows, attempting to get in. Its glowing eye, stared through the crack, right at me. How much longer will this continue on? My supplies are dwindling. And I need water. But the pump is behind the cabin, in a small out building. I don’t dare leave the safety of this house.
I am weak. My courage left when Jeb and Lucas Martin went to get help and didn’t return. Then my brother.
Will, why did you leave me? I can’t survive on my own. The dead tree out front mocks me, its skeletal branches point to me. Warning that I’ll be next. And today, I was forced to step outside of the house. My thirst was too great. It took me a long time to gain the courage, but I went to the pump. I have water now. It’s a small victory, but even as I rejoice in this, the food is almost gone.
I think that whatever is going on outside, has been going on for a long time. There is so much dried blood on the side of the cabin. It makes me wonder if I wasn’t rounded up here for a reason.
They’ve surrounded the cabin. There are at least nine of them. My candle is almost gone. And I’m scared to be plunged into the darkness. Some nights, I think it is this tiny flame that keeps them at bay. A small light in the darkness.
I pray for you Will. That you’re far from here. That you made it back to civilization. Even if you don’t bring help, I only wish you well. The wind is howling, and the only thing that keeps me warm is the heavy coat, Lucas left for me.
I promised to keep fighting and I will…for as long as I’m able.
Oh God, I’ve seen them up close. They’re getting more fierce. Last night, I watched the shadow of a man, fall on all fours and become a wolf. Maybe I’m crazy. Maybe all this time locked away by myself causes me to see things.
And tonight, will be worse, Will. My candles are used up. And the wooden planks in the windows will not hold much longer. Perhaps, I should run while I can. It is daylight and I could make it far before dusk. But then, where would I go?
If you were here, you would know what to do.
It’s only a matter of time. I can see their snouts poking through the cracks in the windows. Already the wood breaks free beneath their heavy paws. I fear this will be my last entry. I have the gun you gave me, a few bullets and Father’s good hunting knife.
Someone is calling my name. It sounds like Lucas. Who else would call me Cassie, like you? I think he’s in trouble…I have to open the door, I have to.
Oh Will, forgive me. I know it’s foolish, but if it’s him, I need to save him.
Lord help me, Lucas is one of them. He tried to lure me out. But I didn’t go. Then I saw you.
You are one of them too. You tricked me. How long have you been planning this, Will? To kill me and Father? I only hope someone learns the truth before it’s too late.
It is dark. But I hear the wood giving way. You are so close, I can hear you.
You are here
“There she is,” Lucas said. “She’s on the other side of the table.”
“She’s going through the change,” Will said. “Will she remember what she did to those people in the wagon train?”
“No. Not unless we tell her,” Lucas said.
“It’s best we don’t,” Will whispered. “She’s your mate now, Lucas. You’ll have to teach her our ways.”
“And if she asks about your father?”
“Tell her he drowned,” Will said. He picked up the journal from the floor, staring at his sister’s familiar writing. “Take her home now, she’s made it through the worst.”
Lucas bowed. “Thank you pack-master. I will cherish her always.”