Werewolf Suspense (Book 3): Outage 3 (Vengeance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

a corner.  
    "Are we alone down here?" she whispered.
    "Yes."
    "Does anyone else live in the house?"
    "It isn't mine. I was told to come here. It's a long story," Tom said.  
    Spotting his weapons, Rosemary's eyes widened.  
    "Where'd you get all of this?" she whispered.
    "I'll explain in a minute," Tom said. "We'll be here for a while, so we'll have plenty of time to talk."
    He kept his voice low and the flashlight pointed at the ground. He walked over to the Colton's freezer chest, reloading the pistols and his rifle. When he was finished, he covered the small windows with Colton's dirty clothes, ensuring that nothing else could see inside. Then he walked back over to Rosemary.  
    "Do you live nearby?" he asked her.
    "I'm from a few streets over. I was driving to meet my kids when those things ran out in front of my car…" She paused, her hands still shaking. "I went off the road and into a tree. They almost caught me, but I ran through the woods and ended up here. Somehow I lost the things, but they found me again…"
    "Where are your kids now?"
    "They're at the shelter. They were coming home from my mother-in-law's. She lives in Massachusetts. I let them spend the night there last night."
    "How'd they end up at the shelter?"
    "I called them and told him we'd lost power, that the house was freezing. They said the roads were bad, but that they were already close to town. They'd heard they were housing people at the Knights of Columbus, that they'd meet me there. I packed some clothes for them. I was supposed to go straight to the shelter…"
    "When'd you last talk to them?" Tom asked.
    Rosemary wrung her hands. "A few hours ago. I couldn't get my car out of the driveway. I tried calling before I left, but my cellphone had no service, and the landline was out. I assume it's from the storm. We don't have a generator." She paced the room, her panic mounting. Then she patted her pockets, pulling out her cellphone. "Dammit. I still have no service. I can't stay here. I need to get to my family."
    "Where's your husband?"
    "He died a few months ago." Rosemary wiped her eyes. "Stomach cancer."
    "I'm sorry to hear that."
    Rosemary nodded but kept her head down.
    "We can't leave," Tom said definitively. "Not with those beasts out there. It's too dangerous." He knew that better than anyone. He chewed his lip, staring at the dead beast in the corner.
    Rosemary shook her head. "I can't let those things get to my kids. Jason and Jeffrey must be so scared…Jason's seventeen, but Jeffrey's only eleven. Jason's always taken care of his little brother. But how are they going to handle this?"
    She cried softly into her hands. Tom tried to comfort her, but she only shook her head. After a while, she glanced nervously at the dead creature.
    "What are these things, Tom?" Rosemary asked.
    "Werewolves. Lycans," Tom said, reiterating what he'd been told.
    "I…I can't believe that…" Rosemary looked at him in disbelief. "It doesn't seem real. I keep thinking this is all a nightmare, that I'll wake up and it'll be over."
    "I felt that way at first. But not anymore."
    "If this isn't your house, then how did you get here?" Rosemary asked.
    Tom took a deep breath before launching into his story. Collecting his thoughts, he told his tale, starting with the first time he'd woken up, back when he'd gone to start the generator. He explained how he and his wife had escaped from the neighborhood and away from the beasts. Then he told of Lorena's death, his dealings with Ashley and Billy, his narrow escape from the machine shop. Finally he told her about Mark and Colton and the house he'd been led to, and his discovery of the stash.
    "When I came here, I found this." He motioned to the rifles, pistols, and ammunition. "As far as I know, this is the only thing that will kill them. These bullets were specially made."  
    "So you're saying if we can survive the night, things will return to normal?"
    "I don't know about normal, but less dangerous, at