#Chapter118
Carl slipped out of the room. For some insane reason, he seemed contented enough to leave me alone within the weapon room.
As I sat down in one of the waiting chairs, I looked around, taking in the various pieces were at his disposal.
Small guns. Large guns. Pistols. Machine guns. Grenades. Bombs. Swords. So many other pieces I could not name even if I tried. So many weapons that could take down even the largest prey; pieces that could take down the largest werewolf.
With my heart drumming through my body, I could not help but feel a little concern as he stepped through those doors. Carl returned. With two beverages in his hand, he placed them in front of me before me sat down in the chair just across from mine.
The silence was intense; dense discomfort that would require the sharpest knife to rip through.
I was not sure where to start. I just knew I could not allow him to know that I knew of the other world.
