Binding: Book Two Of The Moon Wolf Saga - Plot & Excerpts
They wafted us across the bridges, along the gravel to the four-car garage, where Elaine retrieved my wallet from the glove compartment of the dark green Porsche, whose keys Holly had thrown at her, “Take the damn thing, you sickening horrible bitch!” followed by another scream, “Don’t scratch the paint or I will fucking kill you!” And hey, the clothes I’d been wearing when they caught me lay in a wad in the passenger foot well, together with—hooray!—my tennis shoes. And all this would have gone much faster if we didn’t have to keep stopping while Elaine leaned on the wall or another piece of furniture or a fence post and howled with laughter, again. Sally drifted out with us, wearing a smile of peace and satisfaction. It must have been the meditation. By the time we got back to my car—and there was no one to bring it to us by this time—Elaine's laughter had subsided to occasional gurgles that bubbled up, with gasping reminders about the look on Holly's face, or had we seen the spittle in the corner of her mouth, or the way Stuart had looked at her.
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