My wolf brain doesn’t understand. All it sees is chaos and hurt, adrenaline and anger. I gallop toward the battleground, leaving behind the thickest part of the forest. There is a fire, one that started in the clearing and is rapidly spreading to the trees. I can barely breathe. The heat is so intense, my fur feels singed.
Leave, my instincts scream at me.
Leave.
But I spot Pavel. His neck is almost entirely in the powerful jaws of another wolf, a fawn-colored one I don’t recognize. When Pavel unsuccessfully tries to free himself, I race toward him and sink my fangs into the vulnerable side of the other wolf ‘s belly.
No one has taught me how to fight in this form, but I know anyway. I know.
The fawn wolf manages to throw me off. By Were standards I’m not a fearsome creature, but I puff myself up, trying to appear larger. I growl. I raise my tail. When he crouches, ready to charge, I do the same- and then howl in triumph as Pavel takes him by surprise and pins him to the ground.
Around me, Humans scream, firing their weapons. A glance tells me that the cult is overwhelmed and rapidly losing ground. That’s when I spot Koen and learn what real fear is.
He’s still in human form. I growl-
What the hell is he waiting for?- but he cannot hear me. Unlike everyone else, he’s running toward the source of the fire. I dart after him, ready to hook my teeth in his neck and pull him away. Then I realize what his goal is.
A girl. A Human girl that I can barely make out through the flames- except for her auburn hair. She’s on the ground, unconscious, and he’s trying to rescue her.
Nele’s sister.
Waves of heat lick at me, and I watch Koen disappear through the blaze. I let out a soft whine, running around the perimeter of the fire, turning away to cough. I snarl. I bark. I wait for him to reappear for several seconds. Or years.
Then, like the idiot that I am, I follow him in.
Stupid, a voice yells at me. But it adds,
Help! Him!
It’s impossible to breathe. Jaw open wide, tongue lolling, I track his steps and leap in relief when I see him exiting the fire from another direction, carrying the girl’s unconscious body. I chase after him, trying to keep the smoke out of my lungs. Koen runs past the flames, lays the girl down on the grass, and puts his ear by her mouth, looking for a sign of life.
I’m trotting to him, and that’s when I see Irene.
She’s naked and barefoot. Doesn’t notice me, because Koen and the girl are right between us. Unfortunately, I’m almost sure Koen doesn’t notice her, either. He’s focused on giving CPR to Nele’s sister, and he never turns around, not even as Irene lifts something that looks a lot like a rifle.
My fur bristles along my spine. In an instant, my fear explodes into pure, roaring rage.
Not on my fucking watch, Auntie.
I clack my teeth, meaning to warn Koen. The problem is, he turns toward me and instantly recognizes me, despite never having seen my wolf form. I feel his relief and joy and everything else like a shock wave, reverberating through me.
Behind him, though, Irene is taking aim.
My next move is primal instinct, something beyond reason and thought. I watch her adjust the mouth of the barrel, and sprint toward her as fast as I can. I leap above Koen and the girl, careening toward the rifle, ready to rip into Irene’s throat.
Someone yells my name.
The wind blows the fire toward us.
A sharp, loud crack reverberates throughout the forest.
That’s the last thing I remember.
“You pathetic asshole.” The Vampyre voice jostles him awake. He’s asleep beside Serena’s bed- has been for . . . He doesn’t care. “It’s kinda gross, how madly in love with her you are. But please, continue. Pitiful, twitterpated men are very entertaining.”
ITHINK IT WAS ALL A DREAM.
Not just the fight and the fire and the abduction. Not just Koen, me being a Were, and my time at
The Herald. I think I’m still in college, wondering who the hell is getting kickbacks for putting a chemistry requirement in a finance degree. I think I’m at the Collateral house, wondering whether the new landscaper’s resting asshole face means that he’s secretly an anti-Vampyre activist.
The last six or seven years were all a nightmare. Nothing else could explain that the first thing I hear when I regain consciousness is Misery’s cackle. “Oh, boy. He’s gonna be so pissed.”
“Who?” I wheeze out. My palate feels coated in kelp. When a straw is thrust into my mouth, I latch on to it and take about twelve gulps.
“Who what?” Misery asks.
I am, obviously, in a hospital bed. She is, obviously, in the chair next to it. Judging by how my bedside table is covered in electronic devices, an empty blood bag, and even the last installment of the Were mystery series we both swore we’d stop hate-reading, she’s been here for a while. “Who’s gonna be pissed?”
“Koen. You’ve been out for four days, and he literally just agreed to leave this morning.”
“Where did he go?”
“Something something pack. I think he’s getting yelled at by . . . Is it possible that Amanda mentioned an Assembly?”
Yup. “Am I . . . Is this the Southwest?”
“What? No. Look out the window. It rains here. There are trees and shit. We’re in the Den.” She leans back in the chair, kicks off her shoes, and stretches her long legs at the foot of my bed. Her pretty, fay-like face curves into a happy smile. “Anyway. I’m sure you’re very confused. And have questions. I’ll be happy to fill you in,” she offers, magnanimously.
When is Koen coming back? seems like a shitty thing to ask my best friend, who’s clearly been watching over my sickbed. So I go with “Did she shoot me?”
“Irene? Yup, but only in the arm. Leg? I don’t know. You were in wolf form.”
“Where is she?”
“Um, so. Koen was, um, mad.”
“Ah.”
“You have been de- aunted, I fear.”
“How tragic,” I say, not giving a single fuck. “The girl?”
“The redhead? The one they put your tracker in? She’s fully recovered. I met her sister, by the way. She has a crush on both you and Koen. It’s kinda cute, honestly.”
“She’s sixteen.”
“I think it’s a platonic crush. But also, when you were sixteen, you wanted to pork Mr. Lumiere in the mudroom.”
“Did I?” I groan. Yeah, I did. “What about everyone else? Anything I should know?”
“Let’s see . . . The cult members are either in custody or with Irene. Which, I am sure, will delight them. The fire was put out. No one from the Northwest died, though there were minor injuries. Can I just say- I’ve had a lot of time to consider recent revelations, and I’m not at all surprised that you come from a long line of cult leaders. You’ve talked me into so much weird shit through the years, and I always wondered why I kept falling for it.”
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