Elijah wasn't supposed to be here. Or perhaps fate demanded that he be.
After a long day at the university—and the scuffle at the church—they finally headed back home.
The night was getting darker, covering every inch of Eldwych.
Before they could cross the main road, Elijah's phone buzzed, shattering the silence of his thoughts.
"Hello? Officer Selena?"
Static chewed through Selena's voice, but a few broken words slipped through.
"Help.... 223 road.... can't control..."
"Turn the car, now!" Elijah snapped at Alexei.
Minutes later, they were creeping toward the abandoned cabin.
But they were too late. More victims lay scattered across the ground, painted in a grotesque mosaic of blood and torn flesh.
Selena crouched against a wall, clutching her bloodied arm while another officer wound a bandage around the deep gash.
From the looks of it, the wound was from the knife attack.
