*Lena*
The cruiser’s brakes squealed as it swerved to avoid me, coming to a stop mere inches from where I stood. An officer jumped out, his wrinkled face a mask of shock and anger.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he yelled. I ignored his tone and stumbled toward him, my words tumbling out in a desperate rush.
“Please, you have to help. My boyfriend, he’s trapped in the woods. Animal trap. He’s hurt. Please,” I begged, my heart breaking all over again at the thought of Eason all alone.
The officer’s expression shifted from anger to concern as he took in my battered state and the urgency in my voice. “Okay, miss. Calm down. We’ll get help,” he said gently, reaching for his radio.
But I couldn’t calm down. I was bruised and traumatized by my encounter with the wolf. What if the wolf went back, found Eason, and finished him off.
The officer looked at me with doubt etched across his tired face. “Can you tell me exactly where he is?”