Hello lovely readers!  
We are so excited to host this reader scavenger hunt for you. Not only will you get fun free offers, but you can enter to win a $50 Amazon gift card. But... only correct answers win, so be at the top of your game!

How it works: 

Contestants will follow the links to 11 author pages. On each page, there will be one question you must answer. Don't worry, they are not too hard. Make sure to keep track of your answers because you will have to enter them into a Google Form at the end of the contest. Only correct answers win so make sure you know the right answers before submitting. 

So... without further ado, let's get started! 

 Hello, Hunters! My name is Katie French, and I'm a speculative fiction author with several series. If you love vampires, shifters, fairies, and everything supernatural, you're in the right place. And if you love snarky, badass females with crushes on hot, damaged love interests, I'm your Huckleberry.
You can find all my books on Amazon here.

GIVEAWAY: Before you go on your hunt, I wanted to offer you something absolutely FREE. I am giving away two novels and a novella, including my best-selling book, The Breeders, if you sign up for my newsletter.  Head here to get your FREE BOOKS. 

HUNT QUESTION #1: Go to the Amazon Look-Inside page of Slayer Witch by Katie French and find the answer to this question. 

 - What type of demon is the main character, Winter, hunting on page 1? 

When you're done, head to the next stop on your scavenger hunt here.

Good luck and happy hunting!​

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I am so excited for you to read the exciting conclusion to the Demon Hunters Wanted series, coming April 8th. Today, I offer you chapter one. Read on for your sneak peek! 

“That’s it. You’re cut off,” the bartender said, coming over to take my empty glass away.
I watched it scrape across the rutted bar, my eyes dragging slowly from that image to his face. The vision blurred a little until finally merging into a thirty-something man who was not at all pleased I was getting shitfaced at, of all things, a bar.
Didn’t he know that was what these establishments were for?
“You’re not the boss of me,” I mumbled, reaching for the bottle in his fist. He easily moved away, and my hand swam through empty air before banging on the bar. The jolt of pain knocked a little sense into me.
Well, shit. Maybe I was a bit drunker than I thought.
How long had I been sitting in this dimly lit bar, sucking down drinks with the drone of a sports game in the background and the smell of stale liqueur in the air? One hour? No, it had to be two. Or more? It was not a good sign that I couldn’t remember. I’d left work at five, annoyed with the complaints of employees I had no idea how to manage. Instead, I was drowning my sorrows in at least seven glasses of whiskey.
Or was it eight?
“It’s for your own good.” The bartender wiped the wet ring in front of me with a rag before tossing it over his shoulder. It wasn’t a bad shoulder. Come to think of it, his whole body—under that dingy flannel and ratty jeans—wasn’t bad.
He watched as I drunkenly appraised him. “You can’t drive in this state. Want me to call you a cab? An Uber?”
I shook my head, batting at him. “I’m… a witch. I can use magic.”
“Right. And I’m a merman. You should see me swim. Just call me Michael Phelps.”
He laughed, dimples appearing in his cheeks beneath the growth of about a day’s worth of stubble. His eyes were green and watchful beneath heavy brows. He was cute in a sloppy way with his home haircut, threadbare lumberjack attire, and an earring? Did I date guys with earrings? That didn’t seem like me. Then, I reminded myself that I didn’t date anyone. The guy I liked was in a magical jail for the next fifteen years.
That was part of the reason I was drinking myself into a stupor, wasn’t it? It wasn’t simply my job. Dax was imprisoned, and I had no way to free him. The guilt was eating away at me. My father had been the one to threaten and kidnap Dax’s sister, making Dax agree to do things he would never do—mainly collude with international criminals who happened to be related to me.
Plus, there was the whole “watching my every move so he could kill me thing.” Yeah, that.
But we’d worked that out. He’d explained everything with a Truth Teller in his palm, his eyes holding mine as Magical Law Enforcement barreled in, sealing his fate once and for all. He’d told me the truth—that he cared about me, he’d wanted me close so he could rescue me, and he’d never wanted to hurt me.
Then, he’d been captured and sentenced to fifteen years in prison—no hope of parole.
Those assholes didn’t even offer conjugal visits.
Back in the bar, I got up, stumbling a bit as the world tilted. Grabbing the barstool, I closed my eyes until it stopped spinning.
“Hey, are you sure you don’t want me to call you a cab?”
When I looked up, I found the nice bartender watching me with real concern. He was sweet. What was his name? Matt? Mike? I should probably know it by now. I’d been coming here on the regular for the last few weeks. Was it Michael?
“I’m good, Michael,” I said, feeling for the well of magic that always bubbled like an undercurrent below the surface of my skin. “Or, I will be in a minute.”
He frowned as if he didn’t believe me. Or maybe I’d gotten his name wrong. I gave him a wave, smiling awkwardly before digging in my pocket for a wad of cash. Not bothering to count it, I slapped it down on the bar.
“Keep the change, ya filthy animal.” What did I need human money for anyway? With a wiggle of my fingers, I could turn paper into replicas so good it could fool any Regular.
As he started to reach for the bills, I tried my damnedest to walk in a straight line toward the door.
I mostly succeeded.
Stumbling into the street, I glanced around. It was Thursday… Or was it Tuesday? Either way, it was about nine PM, and the downtown street was bumpin’. Cars cut down the road, swirling the steam spilling from the manhole covers while the stoplights blinked from red to green. The city never smelled great, but with the colder air, the odor was mostly hidden under the scent of car exhaust and a street vendor’s piping hot Coney dogs. From down the street, a bar thumped with pop hits while ladies in tight dresses shivered in the line along the building’s side.
Detroit was gritty and raw, but I loved it, down to the smell of sulfur wafting from one of the alleyways.
The distinct smell of a demon.
My senses tingled as I locked onto the scent. It was my bloodhound sense that allowed me to track only one thing—the minions of hell itself. And now that I’d sensed one, I needed to sober up fast if I was going to do something about it. The heat from the enchanted dagger in the holster beneath my arm indicated I was about to do just that.
Well, yippee kai yay. It was time to slay some demons.
I slapped my palms together, rubbing them in excitement. At least, that was the action I attempted, but my hands hit only once before my body tilted. It made me stumble sideways and crash into a brick wall.
Oh, yeah. I was still drunk.
Pulling into a patch of shadow at the side of the bar, I tried to remember the sobering spell Frankie had taught me, but it was hard enough to remember while sober, so how the hell did she think I’d keep it straight once I was drunk?
It took me a few moments to remember I’d written the incantation in the notes tool on my phone. With fumbling fingers, I turned my phone on and pulled up the app.
Once the words stopped swimming, I read through the spell, nodding as I remembered. It was simple. I just needed to make sure I didn’t mess it up and, like… blow my head off. Last month, I’d made my face disappear, which had not been great. In hindsight, though, it had saved my life when a magical demon had tried to kill me. So, actually, my failures were also the things that saved my ass.
With this thought in mind, I shook out my hands and remembered to breathe like Dax had taught me. I recalled his words about magic being rooted in love, not hate.
Then I cast the spell.
“Sobrius sursum.” I shot my fingers at my face.
The spell hit me like a bucket of cold water. I stumbled, my leather jacket grazing against the brick wall as I nearly fell into a pile of garbage before righting myself. My head throbbed and a burnt taste lingered in my mouth, but when I stood up, the world was no longer spinning and I could think clearly. The spell had removed the alcohol from my bloodstream. Well, most of it. I was still a little buzzed, but that was okay. With magic and my enchanted blade, I could slay demons in my sleep.
“Good job, Frankie,” I whispered, putting the phone in my pocket and zipping it up. “Now, about that demon.”
I found the sulfur scent again easily. It was like a skunk trail on a crisp October night, so distinct I couldn’t miss it. Well, the humans could. They walked around, breath puffing against the chilling temperatures, chatting and laughing like there wasn’t an agent from hell lingering in the shadows hoping to kill them.
A pair of girls, barely legal, walked close, both wobbling on high heels they clearly weren’t used to. They were headed toward the sulfur scent and the dark apartment complex it was wafting from. Not good. I had a feeling they were as drunk as I had recently been, the perfect mark for a demon’s next meal.
“Careful there, ladies,” I said, stepping in to block their path. “There’s a perv that way flashing his naughty bits. And, let me tell you, that is not a sight you can unsee.” I shook my head, making a sound with my lips to indicate I’d be scarred for life.
“Like a baby carrot left in the fridge too long.” I wiggled my pinky.
Their eyes went wide. The brunette exchanged a look with her redheaded friend before turning her gaze back to me. “Thanks. We’ll just… go in there.” She pointed to the bar I’d just left. Maybe they’d have better luck with Mark. Or was it Marcus?
“Sounds good. That’s a nice joint. Ask for Mike.” I patted the brunette on the shoulder, perhaps a little too hard because she mouthed Ow before they grabbed hands and clomped across the street.
With them safely taken care of, I prepared to meet my prey.
I followed the scent down the street and into a back alley toward a large, dark building that loomed in the distance. From the road, I could tell it was about four stories of decaying brick and molding drywall. About fifty apartments, all vacant, made it a demon’s playground. They loved these places. It was one of the reasons they flocked to this city and why I’d ended up here. And it was my job to make sure they died painful, agonizing deaths before they could take anyone out with them.
I inched my way toward the building’s entrance while surveying the scene. As my boots cut up the uneven sidewalk, I scanned each broken window. Black squares stared down at me like vacant eyes. New graffiti covered the old, and trees grew up in the courtyard in the center of the U-shaped block, letting me know this place had been long dead.
The creep factor had been turned up to eleven, but it would take more than a little darkness and decay to scare me. Though, I still had a fear of cookies thanks to the Candy Witch’s gingerbread soldiers last month. What kind of lunatic animated baked goods?
I glanced up, noting each of the four stories, every apartment, tracking all the places the little bugger could hide. Throwing a glance over my shoulder at the street and finding it abandoned, I drew the demon blade. In the moonlight, the ancient runes etched into its steel glimmered before fading again. I’d always loved this blade, but now it brought me joy as well as sadness. This was Dax’s blade, the one I’d stolen from his house. It had been the reason I’d first laid eyes on him and the reason we’d first kissed—though that was a bittersweet memory since he’d drugged me and tricked me to get it back.
Yeah, we had a rocky past. It was, as they said, complicated.
The thoughts sizzled away as the demon’s scent tickled my nose. He was close. And big, judging from the stench. Either that, or he’d had a spa day in the bowels of hell just for funsies before voyaging up.
I stalked forward, finding an empty doorframe and pitch blackness inside. The door was long gone, as were the windows on either side. Peering in, I saw the standard fare of garbage, animal waste, and crumbling building materials. The rest was a black void of nothingness ready to swallow me whole.
Should I go in? I had a habit of rushing into things that were super dangerous without thinking, getting myself into deep trouble several times, but my head was still attached to my shoulders, wasn’t it? Plus, I had the demon blade and magic. That was new as of the last few weeks, and I’d almost forgotten to use it.
Quickly, I ran through the shield spell Frankie taught me, doing the fancy finger work and speaking the words before pushing it out. A tingle of magic ran down my arms and out my fingers before solidifying into a shiny barrier in front of me.
There. I was all set. Nothing bad could happen, right?
Dax had always told me not to say that or even think it. Bad juju. Frankie would say I should call for backup, but no matter how much I loved Frankie and Jason, calling them here would only slow me down.
I didn’t believe in luck or waiting for backup. I believed in cold hard steel and myself.
With the blade in my fist, I barreled inside.
The smell was strong here—leftover Easter eggs mingling with rot and decay. Spider webs traced sticky fingers over my face, making me cringe and bat them away. Mold made my throat tingle as I stalked down spongy floorboards, my boots shuffling through the trash and making far too much noise. So much for a quiet entry. It didn’t matter. I wanted this bugger to know death had arrived.
There was a thud down the hall and the sound of scampering. The demon had heard me coming and seemed to be moving away rather than toward me. Good sign. It was scared of me—as it should be. It was scary.
I gave up being quiet and ran down the dark hallway. The light from the doorway died, leaving me in almost total blackness, but I didn’t need to see. My senses were honed by the magic that coursed through my veins. I was a finely tuned machine. A powerhouse. A--
The demon stepped out from behind a wall, blocking my path.
He was fucking terrifying. As large as the most massive human, his body blocked my path and glowed a dim red. He was a Samael, a fire demon, and he was huge. Heat radiated off his boiling skin, and fire burned where his eye sockets should be. Giant black horns scrapped the drywall as he swiveled his massive head in my direction.
Gigantic cloven hooves shook the floorboards as he settled himself to block my path. When he opened his mouth, a roiling bog of hot, putrid stink spilled out as he roared loud enough to shake the foundations.
“Son of a biscuit,” I murmured, readying one hand with another protective spell while the other clutched the blade. “You’re a large fella, aren’t ya? How about a water spell? Then the old stabby-stabby. That’ll put a damper on your day.”
As I was about to form the spell, something shifted behind me. I had just enough time to whirl around in time to see a tiny sloth demon jump into the air. His eyes flashed, as did the blade in its fist. I spotted the weapon right as it arched toward me before it buried itself between my ribs. 

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Gah!!!! I can't wait for you to read more. It'll be here April 8th, but preorder now so you get it the second it hits the shelves. 

XOXO,

​Katie

Katie French 
Freshman Witch
https://www.amazon.com/Supernatural-Academy-Freshman-Ingrid-Seymour-ebook/dp/B07QK2HX8M
The Vision
https://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Lake-Vampire-Society-Vision-ebook/dp/B08CBNQSJ1

Ingrid Seymour
Freshman Witch
https://www.amazon.com/Supernatural-Academy-Freshman-Ingrid-Seymour-ebook/dp/B07QK2HX8M
Ignite the Shadows
https://www.amazon.com/Ignite-Shadows-Ingrid-Seymour-ebook/dp/B08682B91G

David R. Bernstein
Influence
https://www.amazon.com/Influence-Book-David-R-Bernstein-ebook/dp/B01JQZ8YWU/
Reckless
https://www.amazon.com/Reckless-Book-One-Terran-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B07J279QW3

Jenette Penner
Reckless
https://www.amazon.com/Reckless-Book-One-Terran-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B07J279QW3
Broken Wand Academy
https://www.amazon.com/Broken-Wand-Academy-Episode-Curse-ebook/dp/B07T1RZ9FM

G.K. DeRosa 
Demon on a Dime
https://www.amazon.com/Darkblood-Prison-Demon-Supernatural-Squad-ebook/dp/B089SF8DH4/
Hitched: The Bachelorette
https://www.amazon.com/Hitched-Bachelorette-G-K-DeRosa-ebook/dp/B07PR7CQ2K

​Wendi Wilson
The Orphan
https://www.amazon.com/Oberon-Academy-Book-One-Orphan-ebook/dp/B07NWQSR23
The Vision
https://www.amazon.com/Shadow-Lake-Vampire-Society-Vision-ebook/dp/B08CBNQSJ1
 

​Alicia Rades
The Coven’s Secret
https://www.amazon.com/Covens-Secret-Paranormal-Academy-Witchcraft-ebook/dp/B07XHMGH4J
The Fire Prophecy
https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Prophecy-Academy-Magical-Creatures-ebook/dp/B07JBBM12Q/

Marisa Claire
Winter Sacrifice
https://www.amazon.com/Winter-Sacrifice-Rise-Veiled-World-ebook/dp/B082QPWW92/
Broken Wand Academy
https://www.amazon.com/Broken-Wand-Academy-Episode-Curse-ebook/dp/B07T1RZ9FM

D.S. Murphy
Shearwater
https://www.amazon.com/Shearwater-Mermaid-Romance-D-S-Murphy-ebook/dp/B01N45RZCQ/
A Taste of Vampire
https://www.amazon.com/TASTE-Vampire-Magic-Kingdom-Blood-ebook/dp/B07DD8XK37

​Megan Montero
Midnight Mage
https://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Mage-Night-Realm-Marked-ebook/dp/B0846JSW73/
Wicked Lies
https://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Lies-Royals-Warlock-Court-ebook/dp/B082Y6HS5M

​Heather Hildenbrand
Dirty Blood
https://www.amazon.com/Dirty-Blood-Book-ebook/dp/B004V08RS2
Kiss of Death
https://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Death-Supernatural-Security-Force-ebook/dp/B07YZSKHNG

​A.L Knorr
Fire Cracker
https://www.amazon.com/Firecracker-Young-Fantasy-Arcturus-Academy-ebook/dp/B08F6WT77B
Fire Trap
https://www.amazon.com/Fire-Trap-Fantasy-Arcturus-Academy-ebook/dp/B08FXRS74N
 

​J.N. Colon
Crimes of Fire
https://www.amazon.com/Crimes-Fire-Wayward-Paranormal-Prison-ebook/dp/B08BJ9PX65/
Eternal Bond and Brimstone
https://www.amazon.com/Eternal-Bond-Brimstone-Legacy-Sins-ebook/dp/B07TP94V5V
 

​Jennifer Snyder
Chosen
https://www.amazon.com/Chosen-Gem-Creek-Bears-Book-ebook/dp/B083M86X2Z
Of Witch's Blood
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01G7ORMVC/

I am so excited to announce that a new series is coming to you in less than a week! Shadow Lake Vampire Society takes the best of paranormal romance, action, adventure, and VAMPIRES! I cannot wait for you to read this book. To give you a taste of what is coming, I present the first chapter. See below. 

“Get inside and don’t come out until I call you.”
I huddled in the narrow crawl space under the cabin’s wooden floor, flinching at the screech of rusty hinges as my father swung the hatch closed. My lungs seemed to go into overdrive as I gasped for air. Though not airtight, the small, dark confines of my hidey-hole tricked my brain into thinking there wasn’t enough oxygen. 
My harsh breaths echoed around me as my heart beat a staccato rhythm inside my chest. The scuffing sound of furniture being moved sounded above me, and in a panic, my hands pushed at the trapdoor. It didn’t budge. Not even a centimeter.
I was trapped, and I didn’t even know why. Why did Dad suddenly freak out in the middle of dinner and shove me under the floor? His terror had been palpable, spiking my own fear enough to make me blindly obedient as I squeezed into the coffin-like space without questioning his demand or his sanity. 
He knew I hated small spaces.
I gasped for air, despite my lungs filling with each breath. I knew I was hyperventilating, but I couldn’t stop the desperate panting. My whole body shook with terror, and I knew I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to get out. Immediately. 
I opened my mouth to scream at Dad, to beg him to let me out. But whatever I might have yelled died in my throat as I heard the front door crash in, banging against the floor. I slapped a hand over my mouth in an attempt to quiet my harsh breathing.
“Go away!” 
My dad’s voice was laced with fear and revulsion, making the order sound more like a desperate plea. There was a scuffling sound accompanied by a guttural growl, and my breath froze in my throat. 
What the hell was that? my mind shrieked, repeating the phrase over and over as the scuffling grew into a heavy thrashing.
Hot tears poured down my cheeks as my father screamed in agony. I pushed at the wooden trapdoor again, this time putting everything I had into it. It still didn’t move. No! I had to get out. I had to help him!
Suddenly the noises stopped, a heavy silence falling over the cabin. Fear paralyzed me, my frozen blood clogging in my veins as I struggled to breathe. My ears pricked, listening for…anything.
The scrub of wood against wood as Dad moved the furniture off the trapdoor. The squeak of hinges. His sigh of relief at the sight of me, unharmed. His voice, telling me everything was going to be okay.
But none of those came.
I waited for an eternity, then for another one after that. But silence reigned supreme. I sucked in a breath, ready to call out to him when a dull thud echoed above me. I snapped my jaw shut, and I held my breath.
Footsteps, slow and steady, thumped toward the front of the cabin. The sounds grew fainter as they moved over the downed door and out onto the porch before disappearing altogether. Still, I didn’t breathe.
I waited.
I waited for the scrub of wood against wood, the screech of hinges. The sigh of relief.
I waited for Dad to open that damned door and let me out of the hell he’d put me in. For fresh air and open spaces. For warm arms and tight embraces. For the world to be made right and start turning on its axis once more.
My lungs screamed for oxygen and yet, I still refused to give in and breathe. Dad was going to pop open that door any minute. He’d laugh and tell me it was just a wild dog or a bear cub. He’d tell me he’d overreacted when he’d squished me under the floor and ordered me to be silent. We’d go home to Mom, then laugh and laugh as we retold the story, embellishing it with funny voices and wild hand gestures.
As my lips tried to curve up into some insane version of a smile, something dripped onto the apple of my cheek. I reached up to wipe it with a fingertip. It was warm and wet. Another drop landed, and as I wiped it away, it was replaced by another. Then another and another, until a steady stream of drops pattered against my skin.
I tried to scoot my head away from the stream. But the space was too small, my movements in vain. The thick, warm liquid ran down my cheek before streaming onto my neck.
I sucked in a harsh breath, my need to breathe overcoming my fear of missing any telltale sounds from above. A scent of bitter copper filled my nose, and I forced myself to stop breathing it in as panic sparked in my nerves. 
I needed oxygen, but I needed to not smell that scent again. I needed to pretend everything was fine, and it wasn’t what I knew it was dripping from the floorboards above to coat my skin.
I needed to wake up from the nightmare. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
“Piper.”
My body recoiled in my chair, my back pressing into the cushions as Dr. Whitley’s voice cut through the memory and brought me back to the present. My eyes danced around the room, my breath steadying as I inventoried the space like she taught me to.
Two navy blue chairs. Two wooden end tables. One glass coffee table between them. One desk. Three bookshelves. Six potted plants near two large windows.
By the time my gaze returned to my therapist, my breathing had reverted to normal, and I’d managed to fully untangle myself from the memory. I swallowed thickly against the knot in my throat, then took a moment to clear it before speaking.
“Where were we?” I croaked out.
“You lost consciousness.”
“Right,” I said. “When I woke up, there were footsteps and voices above me. I tried to scream, but my voice was too weak, so I banged on the trapdoor, begging to be released in the loudest whisper I could manage. Then there was light, and I was blinded. Hands grabbed at me, and I fought them off even though I knew I needed help.”
I fell silent, the memories threatening to suck me back under. Men and women in blue uniforms and dark suits. Yellow tape. Cameras and tiny orange cones with numbers on them. Copper-colored stains on the floor and a sheet-enshrouded gurney wheeling through a gaping hole where the front door used to be.
“You were trapped there for two days,” Dr. Whitley said, rescuing me from the memory before I got sucked into its vortex again.
I shook my head, saying “I don’t remember it. I was unconscious the whole time.”
This was the point in the session where we usually left the past and discussed the present. She’d ask me how school was, and I’d reply it was fine. She’d ask me about my home life with Mom. Also fine. Any extracurricular activities? No, but it was fine. 
I relaxed back into my seat and took a deep breath. I’d made it through the hellish part and would now be rewarded with the easy questions. My muscles loosened as the tension drained out of me, only to lock back up as Dr. Whitley asked me a question she never had before.
“What do you think killed your father, Piper?”
“Wh-what?” I stuttered. “What are you doing?”
She gave me a sympathetic smile before her expression turned determined.
“It’s been a year, and we’ve never addressed this. In fifty sessions, I’ve let you decide how far we go, and we’ve only talked about the details. The facts. We need to dig deeper if I’m ever going to be able to help you.”
“A bear. A bear killed my father.”
That was the answer we’d been given after the official investigation. The broken-down door. The gashes and bruises on my father’s body. The bite marks on his neck.
Only a bear could have knocked that door down. Only an animal could’ve left a human in that mangled condition.
“It was a bear,” I repeated.
“Do you really believe that?” she asked, her head cocked slightly to the right as she searched my gaze for the truth.
“I do,” I answered.
But it was a lie. 
I wanted to believe it. I wanted to accept the fact that in some strange and terrible twist of fate, a mad bear crashed into our vacation rental cabin and took my father from me on the fourth day of our week-long father-daughter getaway. That it was an act of nature. A cruel accident.
But I remembered the fear in my father’s eyes when he stuffed me under the floor. He knew something was coming, and that it was too late and too dangerous to run. A rampant, enraged bear would’ve take us by surprise, killing us both. Instead, I was here and Dad was gone, and I had to live with that pain and guilt for the rest of my life.
“It was a bear,” I muttered again, my unfocused eyes dropping to the floor.
They told me it was a bear, and I’d screamed at the police, and the nurses, and doctors, and everyone else within earshot that they were wrong. They were lying. They were covering something up.
I yelled at my mom when she tried to calm me. I pushed her away from my hospital bed, screaming and scratching and thrashing from side to side. A buff orderly pulled her back before inserting a syringe into the plastic tubing that led to my I.V.
As my movements calmed and my brain grew sluggish, I tried to yell some more. But the words came out garbled and indecipherable.
I tried to tell them about the footsteps. I tried to tell them it couldn’t be a bear, or any other animal because those feet were wearing boots. I could still hear the thump-thump-thump of them as they crossed the floorboards above me.
It wasn’t a bear. Or a mountain lion, or any other animal. 
I didn’t care what logistics said. I didn’t give a shit that science proved a human couldn’t have done what had been done to my dad. No amount of authenticated tests or lab reports were going to convince otherwise.
No in-depth therapy sessions were going to make me see the light and accept the fact that I’d been mistaken. I knew what I heard.
And bears don’t wear boots.

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