Hiding around the corner of the hallway, Lynn Fletcher watched Nathan Fletcher slump to the floor, a dazed look on his face. She couldn't understand it.
'If Nathan had really done something to Holly Wyatt and succeeded, he wouldn't be reacting this way. But if he had failed, he should be angry or frustrated, not so scared that his legs had given out.'
An unbelievable thought suddenly flashed through Lynn Fletcher's mind.
'Maybe… Silas Thornton had turned into a wolf?!'
At this thought, a surge of excitement coursed through Lynn Fletcher.
She hurried forward. "Brother? What's wrong?"
It was as if Nathan Fletcher hadn't heard her; he didn't move an inch.
As Lynn Fletcher helped Nathan Fletcher up, she sneakily glanced into the lounge.
The moment she looked, she let out a terrified scream. "AHHH!!!!"
The lounge was covered in bloodstains. Several men were lying strewn about, with gaping holes where their hearts should have been.
SKITTER!
