louisewalsh
"You must do this for me. You must," he said urgently. Must. That was a clear call to action. An obligation and a beseechment that I could not refuse.
There wasn't enough. On any other day this wouldn't be a problem, but today the amount needed to be perfect because the boss was here to do the count.
The barrel bobbed along with the rhythm of the waves. It was too far out to swim to it yet and the boy watched it hungrily, willing it to shore.
The female was crouched at the back of the cage, fur bristling and a low growl at her lips. Her pale yellow eyes followed my every movement as I prepared the syringe.