Chapter 292: Bitten

The three weasels looked just like the ones we'd killed before: black fur, dark red eyes, razor-sharp claws. They were totally terrifying and lightning fast. Jules's face went pale, and she yelled, "Caden, run!" How was I supposed to run? Jules shined her flashlight and swung a silver rod at one of the weasels, but the other two had already jumped on us. The space was so cramped, it was almost impossible to fight. One weasel sank its teeth into Jules's shoulder, and another bit down hard on my...