Delivered To The Prey's Pack

Camila stared at his hands and a tremor of fear struck her. Logan looked at his hand and had the blood wiped out on his clothe.

"It was a fight, anyway. Either it was their blood or mine." Logan said, and stepped back for Camila to come out; she was obviously not going to take his hand.

She trudged out and was bewildered at how everything had been wrecked, and their bodies were damaged like that of his house.

She could only think of one possible explanation, as she staggered forward checking the cars. "You go around with wild animals, huh? I will have to report you to the authorities. Wild animals are not allowed to roam the streets"

Logan chuckled. "Wild animals? Probably. Ah they will never find th—" a gunshot!... Another!

Camila had just shot the two bodies dead.

"I just spared their lives… must you kill them?"

"Yes, do you want to join them?" She asked, looking dead at him with her gun tightly clasped.