Howlsville: The Return

By Susan Owens

An ancient curse. A town living in fear. A young love doomed from it's beginning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365195884

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Howlsville

The Return

Author: Susan Owens

When once howl does come,

Seek shelter,

Hide and run.

For in that howl brings

Not peace, nor ease

An evil unleashed

A Forever beast

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HOWLSVILLE: The Return

ISBN # 978-1-365-19588-4

Copyright © 2016 by Susan Owens. All rights reserved.

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced in any written, electronic, recording, or photocopying without written permission of the publisher or author. The exception would be in the case of brief quotations embodied in the critical articles or reviews and pages where permission is specifically granted by the publisher or author.

Although every precaution has been taken to verify the accuracy of the information contained herein, the author and publisher assume no responsibility for any errors or omissions. No liability is assumed for damages that may result from the use of information contained within.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Book: 3/3

Chapter One

Sarah. Sarah are you listening? The woman’s tone sharp as it sliced through her thoughts. You need to work this out with Lynn. She is your friend.

Sarah poked at her stake, a look of disgust on her face as juices seeped out. May I be excused? I am not very hungry.

No. She shook her fork at Sarah for good measure. You will sit there until that plate is empty young lady.

I am not hungry! Sarah protested as she pushed her peas about her plate.

Eat. She shot Sarah a warning look.

Sarah gave her stake another good jab. It’s cooked juices flowing red. I think mine is still alive.

You heard Dr. Williams, rare is better. Her mother set down the stake knife. Now eat.

But mom! Sarah tossed down her fork in a tantrum. I a not hungry.

Eat. Her mother shot her a warning look. Fork. She flashed her fork, and then her stake knife. Knife. Next, she went though the motions of cutting a piece off of her stake and taking a bite.

Gross! Sarah pointed out. You have blood running down your chin.

Her mother let out a sigh of disapproval, setting her silverware down.  The rocked back in her chair, eyeing Sarah suspiciously.  All this nonsense, you are trying to avoid having a discussion with me.

No. Uh, yes. She said sheepishly. Maybe. She stabbed at her stake, her fork getting stuck, requiring a little force to tug it free. So what if I am. It’s my life!

You need to get over it. Her mother took another bite, chewing rapidly. You need to talk this out with Lynn.

I can’t! Sarah tossed her hair over her shoulder. She is not my friend.

Sarah Marie Price! Her mother usually only called her by her full name when she was angry, or maybe as a last resort as a scare tactic. Talk this out with Lynn, you’ll see that it’s not so bad.

Easy for you to say, you weren’t betrayed by your friend. Sarah rolled her eyes, a dramatic flair that she picked up as of recent.

It won’t get better until you face it and deal with it. She cut another piece