Guardian by Stephanie Locmant (popular e readers TXT) 📕

'The thing came at her at a terrifying speed and she had no-where to run. She dived over the grass just as the Wendigo flipped around; apparently deciding she's an easy target.

'Sweet Mother! Help!'

Angel thtrew her knife and then it’s on her, claws flying. She dodged and ducked, using every single trick she owned to stay ahead of its strikes. Instinct demanded she turn and run, but the moment she did she’d be dead. So instead she circled it, desperate to keep the Wendigo turning so it couldn’t catch her.

Things were going fine until her foot caught on an uneven section of the ground. She went down hard, trying to roll out of the way. But a suffocating weight landed on her back, pinning her as sharp teeth ripped into her shoulder. TAngel screamed and flailled, trying to flip the monster off. It was no use—the thing was too damn heavy. Distantly, she could hear men’s voices yelling and smell the acrid scent of guns. The Wendigo gives her a shake; teeth digging in deeper as wetness cover her back.

Blessed numbness soaked into her skin, wrapping itself around her. A small part of her mind screamed that it’s bad, so very, very bad, but she couldn’t dredge up enough energy to care.

The weight suddenly disappeared from her back, a terrible scream filling the air. She wanted to look, but she couldn’t seem to move her head.

Hands turned her over and arms she could only half feel lifted her from the ground. Someone was arguing, but she couldn’t focus long enough to figure out what the big deal was. She just wanted them to shut up so she could sleep.

Angel blinked at the chest pressed against her cheek. Such a nice colour, she thoutght distantly. Trying to lift her hand to run a finger along those scales was a terrible mistake, though. Pain lanced through her entire body, fire coursing along her veins, spreading agony in its wake.

“Oh gods. That hurts.” she whimpers.

“Hang on. You’re going to be okay.” a voice whispers in her ear.

Angel opened her eyes, but shut i quickly as little darts pierced her skull. Gritting her teeth, she rubbed the palms of her hands against throbbing eyes.

Text: Stephanie Locmant
Publication Date: 08-13-2014

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To my beautiful girls who can't wait to read my stories!