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grin, “Nah. That cabin’s been owned by my family for generations. It’s actually one of the deals we have with the guy—not that I’ve ever met him, in fact all I know is that he’s a recluse and a very rich one at that—but he’s let us keep our cabin so long as we stay clear from him.”
    “Yeah like that doesn’t sound fishy at all,” Ingrid said.
    “Oh, would you just get going already?” Linda shooed her off.
    “If it helps you feel any better there’s a ranger’s station not a mile away from where the cabin is. So if you’re really scared then you can go camp with them. ”
    Ingrid had disliked being accused of being scared.
    After handling some of the hardest cases with some rough individuals in the past, Ingrid felt like she deserved to be renowned as someone fearless—lionhearted even—she was only being cautious.
    Still the sound did seem odd in the middle of nowhere. Ingrid glanced back to where her shoes lay and back where she suspected where the sound came from.
    Maybe it’s the rangers?
    For all she knew that could be the source. Or it could be a bear.
    As if. Bears hardly made noises like those and supposedly weren’t around this area at all.
    Just some overgrown raccoon maybe, but that was it.
    Wolf maybe?
    That didn’t seem plausible either. Ingrid shifted her weight over her feet, antsy. She’d done it now. Hurrying back, she shook off the dirt and sand clinging to her wet skin before shoving on her socks and then her boots. It couldn’t hurt to go check it out right?
    Ingrid pulled her hands up to her hair and pulled on the edges of her ponytail, fastening it tighter on her scalp.
    With a nod to herself, she set off at a trot, hoping that whatever she found would be something that would be more interesting than terrifying.

 
    Chapter 4
     
    He could smell the fear as easily as he could smell the foreign sweat, the stink of addiction, the old haggard dip of rich cologne. It was impossibly disgusting, and even as he wished to dip his nose somewhere else, he had a job to do.
    The groans and whines coming from the man struggling against his grip were constant and annoying, but nothing he wasn’t expecting.
    If anything it was downright insulting. As if all the injuries and the pain he had endured had been caused by a pathetic sobbing man rather than the beast he had been wanting to rip apart for years.
    “You know,” He began speaking to himself, “I was really expecting more.”
    He gave another yank and his captive stumbled to his knees. The tied man let out a weak groan before attempting to stand up. He didn’t give the pathetic man a chance.
    With a kick to the lesser man’s thigh, the tied up male fell to the ground, howling against the tight gag between his teeth.
    His captor shook his head as he watched the man try to wriggle away.
    All it took was a simple press of a boot to his throat to stop him squirming. “I wondered if your kind had even an ounce of dignity but here we are… and you’re as pathetic as dying dog.”
    After a pause and panicked wheezing from his captive, the bigger man looked around, barely seeing the edge of the lake through the thick curtain of trees around them. This was a good spot.
    With a snort he glanced back down, committing the sight to memory. Mangled hair, and a black blindfold covered the man’s eyes but wasn’t enough to hold back the trail of dirt stained tears running down his cheeks and soaking into the blood covered gag.
    Stubble covered the man’s jaw like moss on a tree and barely bothered to hide the throbbing pulse against his neck.
    “Where I come from, we usually allow those who are about to pass on,” he had to step a little harder against the man’s neck when he let out a particularly loud whine.
    “A final view of their surroundings and maybe even look up at the sky for a little while. But you hardly deserve the courtesy.”
    The weaker man struggled again, tried to shove him off, but the knots around his wrists