WARNING
Offensive language used in this chapter.
"That gun won't do anything against it. Trust me."
"It?" The guy shouted. "He's just a bloody sociopath killing teens for fun."
She sighed. This guy was really enthusiastic.
Ignoring her warning, he carried on shooting it, and a horrible, twisted sound came from where he had just shot.
For some reason, that sound wasn't warning enough. He still proceeded to shoot, the thing circling him as he did so.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, it jumped straight at him, teeth around the guy's neck, and sprinted off into the darkness that was creeping forward.
"Fuck." She said under her breath and ran after it as fast as she could, the others, fast on her trail.
Lily stopped and looked around. She couldn't see where they'd gone but doubted the man was still alive.
"Oh God…" Sam said.
She didn't understand what he meant until she saw it. The park ranger was slumped over a branch, high in the tree, covered in blood.
She closed her eyes, in a moment of silence, before turning to the boys.
"I think I know what we're dealing with." she said.
"Me too." replied Sam confidently, unlike Dean, who had no idea what was going on.
"Well don't tell everyone, guys!" He huffed, sarcastically.
"A wendigo. They…"
"Yes, I'm a hunter too Sam. I know what a wendigo is."
He interrupted Sam before he could finish, making Lily giggle, and Dean smile. But she had to remind herself, he's going to be dead soon, so don't get attached.
EDITOR'S NOTE
Sorry I haven't been very active, guys. I've been busy. But I will try to finish this part of the story before the end of July. Thanks so much for your support!
A reply to a review: I have taken into account your query about Lily's age, and have come up with a solution which will be revealed in a couple of chapters. Thank you, though, for pointing it out :) 3