Chapter Fifteen ★ Bond

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I waited. Counted one hundred heartbeats and let out several steady breaths way after his footsteps faded away. Still I could feel a presence close by but I couldn’t find out where it was hiding.

Daniel and Pearl don’t have time for me to figure out if someone was waiting to ambush me. Time to go knock some heads together and save my friends. With a power swish of my shark tail I swam towards the ladder that led up to the dock.

Grabbing the rungs I pulled one hand over the other until my bottom half was out of the water. I kept crouched under the dock until my legs materialized. Daniel was getting further away for the hunger inside ached to be let out.

I ignored it and focused on the task at hand. Placing one foot on the rungs of the ladder I shimmed the rest of the way up while staying close to the shadows of the deck. If someone was here then I don’t want to be an easy target.

Safe in the shadows I leaned up against a wall that lead into the boat shack and let out a breath. It would be so much easier to sneak around if I was still in my small form. But no, now on the nights of the full moon I’m cursed to become a freakish shark abomination.

Sure, sharks are cool but I miss my mer-form. It was small and could camouflage easy with the surroundings. I hope to Triton that Ray was wrong about needing to kill the werewolf to break the curse.

I let a sigh slip and my heartbeat skipped a beat. Dang it. Can’t get cozy here. Especially since there’s some sort of critter hanging out in here with me.

A shadow skittered to the other side of the shack. I squinted trying to clear up the blurry darkness that expanded out in front. Nope, that ain’t going to work.

Inhaling a deep breath the scent of rotting pond scum and beached fish filled the air. Whoa. How’d I miss this smell? It’s horrid. Pictures of the bloated alligator man and his ilk the crocodile man flooded my mind.

One of them, eh? I think I can deal with him.

Following the scent trail the creature knocked over buckets and other junk that littered the docks. He was running. The shark in me reveled in the prey’s frantic pathetic attempts at escape.

Another part of my brain stopped me in my tracks. He was making a lot of noise. Was it because he was afraid? Or is it a trap?

‧͙⁺˚*·༓☾ – TO BE CONTINUED… –☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙