The night sky was clouded by heavy clouds as snow storm threatened to fall. I was leaning against a tree, my whole body shivering from the plummeting temperatures. I had trudged back to the house and the family was gone. I found a first AID kit and some blankets and brought it into the woods.

The sound of shovels hitting the hard ground filled the air as Roman and Peter tried to dig a hole to bury the bodies in. However, there was barely an indent in the ground and we have been here for a few hours.

"We're killing now?" I mutter, staring at one of the men. Blood had been trickling out of the hole that Peter left in his throat, leaving a dark red stain against the white snow.

"We should have made them dig their own graves first," Peter grumbles, his breath visible in the cold air.

Roman sits down next to me. He was pale and looked extremely tired. "That's dark," he said before reaching over and pulling my beanie down farther so my ears weren't exposed. I give him a slight smile.

"Fucking sun will be up soon," Peter hisses as the shovel hits the frozen ground again. "We're getting nowhere," he glances at Roman. "Hey, how about a little help?"

"I'm getting these treatments," Roman explains and I raise my eyebrow. I'm surprised he hasn't told him about them. "Makes me feel like shit."

"You're all right?"

"No," he shakes his head and I frown, realizing how much pain they were actually causing him. "Something I gotta do," he finishes.

Peter tosses the shovel somewhere and sits down on a small pile of dirt. He reaches into his pocket and lights a cigarette. We were all tired, hungry and cold.

"I'm getting gene therapy from Pryce," Roman continues. "It's suppose to make my DNA normal."

Peter takes a drag and says, "When you say, normal, you mean...?"

"Normal," Roman replies. "Human."

"Why?"

"You gotta couple hours to kill?" Roman asks sarcastically. "Pull up a chair."

Peter shakes his head and continues to smoke his cigarette before standing up to work on the hole. Another hour passes by, and I was fed up. I stand up, my legs and bum feeling numb from sitting on the cold forest ground. The sun was rising and snow flakes were lightly falling.

"This isn't working," I huff, annoyed. "We need to do something else with the bodies."

"Like what?"

"Shit, I don't know," I sigh. "Can't we just hide them somewhere?"

Roman raises an eyebrow. "Where we would hide them?"

I think for a moment. "Let's just go put them in the trunk of your car for now," I suggest. "Then, we can get out of here and find a proper place to put them."

They look at each other hesitantly before agreeing. They search the bodies and find some rope in one of the backpacks. I tie a knot around their feet, leaving extra rope so we could use that to pull the bodies. I then quickly cover the blood stains with some snow while Roman and Peter start dragging the bodies. Thankfully, we find a plowed road that lead back to the house.

I felt worthless as I watch Roman and Peter do all the work. I insisted that I could pull one of the bodies with my good arm, but they told me no. We walked for about twenty minutes before they both hunched over to catch some air. 

"Keys," Peter breathes, motioning for Roman.

"What?"

"I'll get the car."

Peter slowly limps away, the turn had really messed up his body. Roman kneels down to inspect the bodies and I see his eyes widen when he looks at the blood. Peter stops walking when he notices Roman's behavior.

"Hey," he calls. "You don't need to go there."

"I'm alright," Roman swallows. "I got it handled."

I hear a gasp and I look down and one of the bodies was twitching and moving. The three of us jump back in surprise.

"Is he alive?" I shriek. This situation was already fucked up and it was just getting worse.

I hear the man struggling to breathe. Roman grabs my hand and pulls me close to him while Peter stands over guy, "Fucking shit," he mutters before taking the mask off. I look closer and see long blonde hair. It was a girl.

"Help me," she struggles to talk.

"What the hell are we going to do?"

"Uh," Peter doesn't know what to say. "We gotta turn her in to Chasseur."

"Chassuer?" I repeat, confused. "She's back?"

Roman shakes his head. "No, her brother. He is the new sheriff."

"Well, then what the fuck happened to the first Chassuer?"

"Olivia," he tells me before turning to Peter. "You're kidding, right?"

"What else could we do?"

"Not implicate ourselves in that for starters," Roman scoffs and I nod in agreement.

"They're serial killers," Peter points out. "We acted in self defense."

"We get dragged into this, that means trial," I interject. Going to the Sheriff was a stupid idea and we all knew it. "Reporters will sniff around in stuff that's none of their business."

"She's right," Roman nods.

"We're already deep in this," Peter seethes, his lips quivering from the cold.

"Not if we don't tell anyone."

"You're not proposing that we kill her now?" Peter questions and Roman is silent. "Shee-it. I thought I was dark."

"We don't have to kill her," I say, freaking out slightly. I wasn't going to kill the girl, even though she was a serial killer herself. "We could figure something else out. We don't need anymore blood on our hands."

"What if there is more of them?" Roman speculates. "They show up at my front door, looking for payback. The baby is there."

"Shit," I shake my head. He was right. There could be more and we couldn't risk Nadia's safely or anybody else for that matter.

"Let's just find out what she knows first," Peter suggests. We walk toward the women who was still whimpering in pain. Peter kneels down beside her, "Who are you?" He demands, but she doesn't answer. He grabs her arm and shouts, "What's your fucking name?!"

"What are you? How were you a wolf and now you're-"

"No, you answer, don't ask!" Peter yells, a knife pointed at her chest.

"My name is Sarah...I think," she stutters in fear.

"You think?"

The women ignores his question and lifts her head up, looking at the dead body beside her. "Is he really dead?"

"Who?"

She lays her head back down, her breaths shaky and uneven. Her lips were blue from the cold and I wasn't sure how she was still alive. "I'm Sarah Chase. 813 Auburn Lane Valencia, California. I'm Sarah Chase," she cries and we all look at each other in confusion. "I haven't said that in ten years. Thank you, thank you."

"Who is that?" Peter points his knife toward the man.

"He made us call him John Bone," Sarah explains, her voice cracking. "He kidnapped me from my bedroom while my parents were sleeping. He had a group in the desert, in Utah. Some of the others were kidnapped too," she whimpers. "He thought killing families would bring the apocalypse and that God would come down from heaven-"

Peter cuts her off. "You could have ran away any time you wanted, even here in the forest!"

"He would have killed me!" Sarah cries. "He killed so many of us. He made the rest watch," she struggles to breathe. "I really don't feel good. Our car is parked just down the road."

I stand closer to Roman who was on his phone, googling something. I hoped there was nobody else out here. If Sarah was telling the truth, then what were we going to do?

"Can I ask you one thing, please?" She sputters and Peter nods. "If I die, will you tell my mom that I was sorry?"

I shake my head. This was horrible and I couldn't imagine what was going through her mind. Roman finishes his search and shows Peter the phone. It was a picture of a missing little girl with the name Sarah Chase. She had the same blonde hair and eyes.

After a long discussion, we decide that it was best to take Sarah and the man to the car. Peter heads up the road to go get the van while Roman and I stay back.

"How's your arm?"

"It's alright," I tell him. "A little sore."

"I'm sorry."

"Do you think Miranda is going to tell anyone?" I ask, thinking about what happened earlier. We had tried to explain what was happening, but she ran away in fear.

"I don't fucking know," he sighs. "I hope not."

Roman wraps his arms around me and holds me close for a moment. I buried my head in his coat, the warmth from his body making mine feel better. I look up and he leans down, giving me a kiss. Our lips were cold against each other.

Peter arrives shortly with a black van. Roman and I help Sarah up while she struggles to talk, "My mom was pregnant. I don't even know my sister's name." Peter gets out and opens the side door.

"There you go," I smile sadly. "You are going to meet your little sister. That'll be the best day of your life."

We help Sarah into the van and she leans against the door, closing her eyes. "I'm thirsty," she says. "Can I have a pop?"

Suddenly, Peter grabs his knife and holds it forcefully against her throat. Sarah quivers in fear while I have no idea what to do.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Roman tries to pull Peter back, but he resists.

"I'm Sarah-"

"Bullshit!" Peter screams, the knife closer to her skin. "Who are you?!"

"Peter, what is your problem?" I shout.

"She's not from California, she's not from Utah!" He accused, his eyes wild in anger. "She asked for a pop, not a soda! Only people from the Midwest say that!"

"Chill out!" Roman shrieks. "Jesus! Maybe her best friend from the cult was from Omaha. Relax!" He touches Peters shoulder. "Peter, you're sick man, from turning."

"Shut up!"

"Calm down, okay?" I say soothingly. "Let her go."

Roman slowly lowers his arm and takes him aside while I watch Sarah. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her arm reach for something. She had a slight smirk on her face.

"What are you doing?!" I shout, reaching to stop her. Peter immediately stops talking to Roman before forcing the knife into her chest.

"You fucking stabbed her over a soda?!" Roman bellows, shoving Peter against the van.

"She was reaching for something, what was it?"

Sarah has an evil grin on her face as she slowly holds something up. It was the clip from a grenade. Without thinking, Peter reaches into the van and throws the explosive somewhere in the distance.

"Get down!"

Roman quickly pushes me down, his large body covering mine. There is a loud boom and I hear some debris hit the ground.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I tell him honestly. My ears were ringing slightly from the explosive, but other than that, I was fine. After getting up, we look at Sarah, who was somehow still alive.

"The Caul," she snickers with her eyes close. "You can't stop us."

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I hope this chapter wasn't boring! I wanted to go on, but it would have been really long! Thank you so so much to everyone who has been voting, commenting and letting me know what you think :) There are only five more chapters left that go along with season two and I can't wait to write them!