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Sam could feel the warm, sticky blood from her cuts running down the sides of her face as she crunched her way through the foliage back to the blue mazda she'd stolen, exhaustion weighing her down yet her body managed to remain tense and alert. Only two nights before, Sam and Deanna had decided to split up on two different cases. Sam had decided to take on the werewolf, who, had slashed her up quite a bit before she'd managed to put it down with a single silver bullet to the heart. With a sigh, she pulled open the trunk and tossed her duffle bag inside, but upon hearing the snap of a twig behind her, Sam spun around, her firearm drawn. "Who's there?!" She accused, eyes narrowed. For all she knew it was another werewolf she didn't know about.














