❛ Hey, we manage. Beacon Hills might have
a habit of being the end point for a
lot of unknowing strangers but, if
you resist, you survive, and living
here ends up being worth the risk. ❜
Sometimes this firm belief of his
wavered—This, happened to be
a wavering one of those times. He
passed by the sunlight classrooms
which held open doors, and immediately
noticed that the four last, two on the left,
two on the right, on this floor, were
all closed. The deputy guessed these
were the room in which their victims
hung.
❛ What a terrible loss, ❜
He murmured sadly, opening the
first door on the left, and treading
carefully as he moved to stand
before the hanging corpse of a
neatly dressed, and evidently
young, teacher
❝ Perhaps, but that is purely two separate opinions ;
we already have enough obstacles in life without
having to struggle to just remain ahead of looming
darkness that seems to cloak this town. ❞
He's not trying to argue his statement to Jordan ; but rather to make
his point clearer. And after having said it, he's sort of wishing that he
would have just remained silent. As they neared the apparent rooms
of the victims, the wolf felt his gut begin to churn, the smell of death
hanging all too thickly in the air.
Logan follows the deputy into the room, his keen gaze taking in the
the bodies and the way the air seemed to stand still even as they
disrupted it. The wolf would say that he's a hard one to spook, but
in this case, it was hard to not be on edge.
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