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Chapter 6
     
    “CHRISTINE!”
    Sara was screaming my name, spurring me into motion. I glanced around, trying to find a weapon, anything that could do damage to an assailant. I wished Andrea’s family were hunters, but I couldn’t see any sign of guns.
    A kitchen knife would have to do. I practically tore the drawer off its track and jostled the cutlery. I pulled out the biggest knife I could find, which was still woefully small for whatever was attacking us.
    A loud crash brought me to a run. It sounded like a window upstairs, in Sara’s bedroom.
    I ran towards it, hoping that I wouldn’t get there to see my sister torn to pieces or—
    Halfway up the stairs, I ran smack into her. Luckily, not with the pointy end of my knife.
    “Christine!” she cried. Her eyes were wild and her fingers dug into my upper arm. “They’re here! They’re here!”
    “Who’s here?” I asked, although I knew the answer.
    “Chad. And—”
    Another crash, followed by another scream. Emily, it sounded like.
    “Look,” I told Sara, taking charge of the situation. “Go down to the basement.”
    “Don’t leave me!”
    “Sara!” I shook her shoulder. “Trust me on this, okay?”
    She was white as a sheet, but she nodded. “Basement?” she whimpered.
    “Hurry, and don’t open the door until you hear me on the other side, okay?”
    “’K.”
    I knew what they said about splitting up. But with the way that Sara looked right now, she’d get herself hurt and me as well. As big of a risk as it was, she had to hole herself up somewhere safe. I just hoped that safe place was downstairs.
    “Go,” I told her. She bounded down the stairs as I went up. Towards danger. Towards the unknown.
    Both of which were terrifying.
    I held the knife in front of me, ready to slash anything that pounced on me.
    Should I call out Emily or Andrea’s name? Let them know I’m coming? Or should I stay silent?
    I opted for the latter and reached the landing as quietly as possible. Sara’s bedroom door was wide open. I didn’t dare look inside. I just had to make sure that Emily and Andrea were safe.
    The door to the room where Emily was staying was slightly ajar. My breathing was quick as I pushed it open and peered in.
    At first, I saw nothing. Then I saw Emily in a heap on the floor with a huge, hulking figure standing over her, its back to me. At first, I couldn’t quite identify what it was. While it was on all four legs, it felt like it took up most of the room. A grey wolf.
    My ears picked up the sound of it sniffing the air, like it knew I was there.
    Then it turned towards me, and I saw the red, bloodshot eyes.
    I screamed as it howled at me.
    But then I surprised it. Instead of cowering in fear or running, I charged it, brandishing the knife (which, I knew for certain, was way too small for this monster) like a madwoman and aimed to plunge it into its chest. I’m no knife expert, but I stuck it somewhere.
    The knife pierced the beast in its side, and it threw back its head and screamed. Before I could react, it scrambled on all fours and leapt out the window.
    Leaving me with an unconscious Emily.
    One look at her, and I knew that she was just knocked out cold with no permanent damage, except maybe a conk on her pretty head, but it would have been much worse if I arrived later. I bent down and heaved her arm around my shoulder and practically dragged her out of the bedroom.
    Was that the only werewolf in here? Were there more?
    I knew for certain now that there were indeed werewolves after Sara. As much as it was terrifying, it also broke my heart to know that my sister was entangled with such creatures.
    Maybe I got the only one that attacked us?
    Better to be safe than sorry.
    So, Andrea’s room it was. I pulled Emily alongside me as I crossed the landing to Andrea’s room. Unlike the other two doors, this one was closed. Hopefully that meant she was safe.
    I banged on it three times, before trying the doorknob. Thankfully,