playful as I feel, I can’t linger. If the rest of the Lambs converge, things might not go so smoothly. I think I could take them all on and beat them but it would be stupid to put myself to the test.
The third of the rear guard has fumbled out a walkietalkie and is barking into it. I growl in his direction. Metallic claws sprout from the hard plastic and dig into the flesh and bones of the Lamb’s face. Roaring with shock and pain, he tries jerking the walkie-talkie loose but the claws have dug in too deep, wiring the device to his jaw.
I leave the Lamb stumbling around, screaming, tugging at the walkie-talkie, blood pouring from his ear and cheek. I race for the cover of the trees, moving swiftly, surely, feeling more alive than ever before.
As I reach the forest I spot the bum standing nearby, watching me. I laugh at him — he saw what happened to the others and is too scared to tackle me. I think about turning his legs to jelly or setting his clothes on fire, but since he’s not interfering with my escape, why bother? The spineless creep isn’t worth the effort.
I want to shout, “So long, sucker!” but my vocal cords are twisted and words won’t form. I settle for a mock salute instead. He stares back silently, face impassive.
Then I’m gone, sheltered from the moon and hidden from the remaining Lambs by the trees. Running with the ease of a wolf. Fast and slick, leaving no trail for anyone to follow. Heading for the cave and my reunion with Juni.
Savage
FOR a couple of minutes I feel like a superhuman. Legs of steel, iron lungs, running faster than any normal person ever ran, obliterating records. Where are the Olympic judges when you need them?
But then I slow. Pain sweeps through me. I stumble. The beast snarls. Writhing on the cold, hard forest floor. Sobbing. Trying to fight. I raise my head and try —
Next thing I know, I’m in the hole that leads to the cave, tugging at the crate that Dervish left there, ripping it to splinters, clambering down into the dark abyss. Part of me hesitates. Grateful to still be human, eager to reach the safety of the cave, happy to wait for Juni, but remembering Dervish’s warning — this cave is dangerous, a place of evil magic. Perhaps I should —
In the cave. I’m howling, the howls echoing eerily. With an effort I make myself stop and the echoes die away. Then all I can hear is the waterfall and the superfast beating of my overworked heart.
How long have I been unconscious, howling, the beast thinking it had won, only for me to somehow scrap my way back and regain control? Impossible to tell but it doesn’t feel like a lot of time has passed.
The dark is absolute. It scares me. The feeling of invulnerability and supremacy that drove me through the cordon of Lambs has passed. The magic’s still there and so is the beast. But mostly it’s just me now, human and cold, alone in the dark, thinking with horror how close I came to killing the three Lambs, hoping I didn’t hurt them too much, wondering if I did the right thing by running.
I slide to the floor and pull my knees to my chest, clasping them tight, trying to see something — anything — through the darkness. Remembering Juni’s kiss with confusion and shame, wondering what prompted it, or if I just imagined the adult passion. What I definitely didn’t imagine — she said she’d stand by me even if Dervish gave up. She set me free and promised to meet me here.
It’s wrong. Her intentions were good but we shouldn’t be doing this. I should have stayed and taken what I had coming. Let Dervish handle the situation the way he thought best. He knows more about these matters than Juni or I. I’ve passed a fatal point. Split from Dervish. Crossed swords with the Lambs. Made a pact with Juni that’s cut me off from everybody else. What if she doesn’t come? What if she changes her mind and leaves me here? What if. . .
A light. I start to rise, thinking it’s Juni. But then I see that it’s coming from the wall of the cave, close to where the waterfall flows, just to the left of the crack I created in the rock. A strange, soft light, not natural. It comes from within the wall. Circular but jagged around the rim. And in the center, forcing its way out of the rock and into shape, the girl’s face I saw when Loch died.
The jaw, cheekbones, and forehead bulge outwards, illuminated by the light. The face looks like a cross between rock and flesh, neither one nor the other but a splice of the two. When it’s jutting out as far as it can — I can see the tips of its ears — the eyes open. A moment later the lips move.
She speaks with urgency, words tripping off her tongue. I can tell it’s important — her need to communicate something vital is clear — but I can’t understand what she’s saying. The language isn’t like any I’ve ever heard.
“I don’t know what you’re saying,” I moan, shaking my head helplessly. In response she raises her voice and speaks even faster than before — as if that will help! “I can’t understand you,” I shout, losing my temper.
Then the pain hits again. The beast howls. Magic flares. I sink to my knees, moaning. The girl’s voice rises. She yells, harassing me, repeating the same sharp phrases over and over. But I couldn’t make sense of her words the first time and I can’t make sense of them now. I want her to leave me alone.
“Stop,” I groan, but she doesn’t. “Stop.” Firmer this time, glaring at her, letting her see the anger in my eyes. I need peace and quiet if I’m to fight the beast and drive it back into its den. Doesn’t she realize how hard this is and that she’s only making it harder?
No, she doesn’t. Or if she does, she doesn’t care. She keeps on jabbering, voice rising, words coming faster and faster. Then a pair of hands grow out of the rock and she points at me accusingly, at the cave in general, at the crack in the rock.
“Shut up,” I hiss, feeling the beast scrape the inside of my skull with its claws. “I can’t take anymore. Stop it. Stop it! STOP!”
With the final cry I lunge to my feet, throw my hands wide, and scream.
A sharp snapping sound — the crack beside the waterfall widens and lengthens. The girl’s face and hands disappear. And the waterfall freezes. It turns to ice. A solid stretch of crystal from top to bottom, glistening beautifully, caught in full motion, an image no artist could ever hope to replicate.
I stare at the ice, mesmerized. How the hell did I do that?
Then the light where the girl’s face was fades. I’m plunged into darkness again. Moments later, while my head’s still spinning, I notice the glow of another light behind me. I turn, expecting the face again. But this is the flickering of a flashlight. And it’s coming from overhead, from the shaft to the forest above.
“Grubbs?” someone calls — the most welcome voice in the world.
“Juni!” I cry, stumbling toward the spot where she’ll enter the cave. “Come quick. You’ll never believe —”
Agony. A flash of total torment. The beast, closer to the surface than ever. Incredibly powerful. The magic flares in response. The pair wrestle, spitting flames, fighting for possession of my body and soul.
I collapse, screaming. Juni shouts my name again. The world dims around me. My thoughts go thin. I try to call to warn her to stay away. But it’s too late. I go under. The beast drives me down. I vanish.
Returning to my senses. Indescribable relief. When I felt myself lose control that last time, I thought I was finished. No more Grubbs Grady. Lost forever. Werewolf in command from this night till doomsday. It’s good — delicious! — to be back.
But relief fades as quickly as it swelled. I’m no longer in the cave. I’m in a house and there’s blood everywhere. A couple of mauled, gutted bodies on the floor. Juni stands across from me, beaten and bruised, bleeding freely from her arms, head, neck. She’s facing me, talking rapidly, hands outstretched and making frantic gestures, trying to calm me down.
I’m growling at her, my bloodstained fingers curled into fists, keeping her away from the corpses — apparently the beast wanted them all for himself.
I manage to stop growling and lower my hands.
“Grubbs?” Juni croaks nervously. “Is that you?
”
“Uhrs.” I cough. Clear my throat and try again. “Yes.”
“Thank god.” She weeps, collapsing. “I thought you were going to kill me.”
“I’d never . . .” I stop and look around. I know this house. And now that I look past the layers of blood, I know the people.
Ma and Pa Spleen!
“No!” I cry. “Not Bill-E! Tell me I didn’t —”
“Behind you,” Juni says through her tears.
I turn slowly, expecting the worst, ready to rip my own heart out if I’ve killed my brother. But he’s alive. Lying on his stomach, unconscious, bleeding from a blow to his head. But his body’s moving with his breath. I go to him quickly, turn him over onto his back, make him comfortable, check that the cut to his head isn’t serious.
“You changed,” Juni moans. “I couldn’t stop it. I thought I could tap into the magic of the cave and help. But you became a monster and tried to kill me. I managed to ward you off. Turned off the light. Hid in the darkness. Masked my smell using magic.
“Then you left. I tracked you here. You burst in before I arrived. Killed the old couple. You would have killed Billy too, but I fought and stalled you. I don’t think I could have held you off much longer. If you hadn’t turned back when you did. . . ”
She breaks down. I stare at her, then at Bill-E. Then at the butchered Ma and Pa Spleen. I never liked them. They were cranky, selfish busybodies. Always interfering, trying to keep Bill-E and me apart. But they didn’t deserve this — ripped to pieces in their own home by a savage animal of the night.
“What have I done?” I cry, sinking to the floor, burying my head in my hands. “I killed them. I’m a murderer.”
“No.” Juni sobs, crawling across, trying to pull my hands away. “It was the beast. . . the werewolf. You didn’t do this, Grubbs. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Of course it was!” I scream, head shooting up. “I knew what was happening. I knew I had to be locked up, what I could do if unleashed. I should have stayed in the cage and let the Lambs slaughter me.”
“Don’t say that,” Juni pleads.
“It’s true,” I cry. “I should be dead now, not the Spleens. It should be . . .” I stop, frowning. “But why did I come here? Why pick them and Bill-E?”
“You didn’t like them,” Juni reminds me.
“But I didn’t hate them. And Bill-E’s my best friend. Why. . . ?”
“Does it matter?” she interrupts sharply. “You were jealous of Billy or you wanted to kill his grandparents or the beast just came to somewhere it knew, to a familiar place it stole from your memories. It could have been your home, school, another friend’s house. It happened to be here. So what? Just be glad you regained consciousness before. . . before . . .” She can’t continue.
I pat Juni’s head as she cries. The tears have dried in my own eyes. I’m staring at the dead bodies again, but calmly, detached, knowing what must be done.
“Call Dervish,” I tell Juni. “Give him our position. Ask him to bring the Lambs. I won’t fight. They can have me. I’ll surrender.”
“No!” Juni gasps. “They’ll kill you.”
“They’ll exterminate me,” I correct her. “And that’s what I need. This can’t go on. I was wrong to run. I . . .” A thought. “Dervish doesn’t know you helped me, does he?”
She shakes her head. “I told him you broke out, that I tried to stop you but couldn’t. He took off with the Lambs to track you down. I stayed behind, then sneaked out once they’d left. He doesn’t know anything.”
“Good. Forget about calling him. I’ll do it. Go home and clean yourself up. Say nothing about this to him. You don’t have to be involved.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Yes, I do. This has gone far enough. Too far. I killed tonight. Whether it was me or the beast doesn’t matter. We both know that as long as I’m alive, I’ll kill again. That can’t happen. I won’t allow it. So go. Thanks for everything, but I’m past helping.” I reach for my phone and start pushing buttons.
Juni gently takes the phone from me. “Come away with me,” she whispers. “We’ll go where nobody can find us, where you can’t hurt anybody.”
“What are you talking about?” I frown, trying to get the phone back.
“We’ll run,” she hisses, holding the phone out of reach. She’s stopped crying. Sounds more like her old self. I can imagine her brain whirring behind her eyes. “Head for somewhere secluded and remote. When the next full moon comes, we’ll go up to a mountain or into a cave. I’ll tie you up and sedate you with magic and drugs to make sure you can’t kill anyone. I’ll only set you free when the moon has passed. We’ll stay in that place and make new lives for ourselves. Keep the world safe from you. . . from the beast.”
“You’re fantasizing.” I sigh. “It wouldn’t work. You saw what I did to the cage. I’d escape and kill again.”
“No,” she insists. “I can control you. I’m sure I can.”
“And if I change forever the next time?” I ask. “If the beast takes over?”
“Then I’ll do what the Lambs tried to do tonight,” she vows. Takes my hands and squeezes. “Don’t doubt my conviction. If I have to kill you, I will, regardless of how much that would hurt me. But I don’t want to harm you if I don’t have to. I still believe that you can be saved. The werewolf should have taken you over tonight but it didn’t. You fought it and won. You can win again, I’m sure you can. If I’m wrong. . . if you lose . . .” Her jaw is firm. “So be it. But we have to try. Life’s too precious to throw away needlessly.”
“I don’t know.” I look at the bodies again, at Bill-E. “The risks. . . ”
“There won’t be any,” she promises, standing and pulling me up. “We’ll leave immediately and find a place where you can’t hurt anyone.”
I hesitate, torn between knowing the right thing to do and wanting to live.
“If not for yourself,” Juni says softly, “do it for me. I love you, Grubbs. Please. Stay alive. For me.”
I don’t know what to say. I want to go with her. But the beast. . . the magic. . . the murders. I open my mouth, meaning to ask for the phone again, making up my mind to act bravely, selflessly, for the welfare of those I care about.
But what comes out is a weak, “OK. But you have to promise to keep me away from people. And, if necessary, you’ll stop me the next time, any way you can.”
Juni crosses her heart and smiles. “I promise.”
She goes to the back door and opens it, then pushes me ahead of her, out into the night. I stumble through the door-way meekly, silently cursing myself for my cowardice, head low, crying again. Once I’m out, Juni quietly closes the door on the bloodshed and carnage, leaving Bill-E sleeping, to awaken later in the morning to horror and chaos.
Fly Me To The Moon
JUNI finds a car parked close by. She mutters a quick spell and the doors open. Another spell and the engine fires. She smiles at me through the window and nods for me to get in.
Sitting numbly beside her as she drives. Thinking about the past twelve hours. Studying the blood caked to my hands. Wondering if Bill-E saw me kill his grandparents, if he recognized me behind the mask of the beast. If not, will Dervish tell him? Will he hate me or understand? I think hate. If I was in his shoes, I’d despise the monster who let this happen. No excuses. No forgiving.
Running away is wrong. I’ve killed Bill-E’s grandparents, let Juni wreck her relationship with Dervish, and now. . . what? Drive off into the sunrise, find a sweet little cottage where we can settle down and live happily ever after? Play a warped mother and son game? Let Juni tie me up like a rabid animal every time the moon grows round? Insanity. I should call an end to it now, make Juni stop, hand myself over to Dervish, accept what I have coming.
But instead I sit quietly, staring at the blood or out the window. I try to tell myself I’m doing it because of Juni, that I don’t want to hurt her. But that’s a lie. I’m running because
I’m terrified of being killed. I don’t want to let myself be executed. Even though I know, for the safety of everyone I love, that I should.
The car comes to a stop. Juni leans back and sighs, massaging her temples, eyes closed. I look around. We’re in a parking lot. Hundreds of cars. A roaring overhead. I lift my gaze and I see a plane come in to land. It clicks — we’re at an airport.
“Juni?” I ask quietly.
“Yes,” she says, not opening her eyes.
“What are we doing here?”
“We have to get out. They’d find us if we stayed. We need to go somewhere they can’t track us. Fly far, far away. It might take three or four flights before we’re really safe.”
“But I don’t have a passport. Luggage. Clothes. Money.” Juni lowers her hands, opens her eyes, and smiles twistedly. “You want to go back to pack a suitcase?”
“Of course not. But how. . . ?”
She rubs her fingers together. “Magic.”
Inside the airport. Nobody pays us any attention, even though we’re bruised and cut all over, covered in blood. A masking spell. Not that difficult to perform. Even Bill-E’s able to cast a lesser masking spell. One of the first tricks any wannabe mage learns.
Juni sends me to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Says she’ll meet me by the main departures board in fifteen minutes. Tells me to be careful, not to talk to anyone.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, eyes dark and ravaged. The hopeless expression of the lost, the damned. Dervish has often said I’m a natural survivor, able to wriggle out of any sticky situation. But sometimes it’s not worth wriggling free. What’s the point of being alive if you have to live with memories and guilt as crushing as this?
I run hot water and splash it over my face, washing away the worst of the blood. The sink’s soon a streaky, pinkish mess. I squirt liquid soap into my hands, clean around the sink, then set to work on myself, scrubbing my hair, taking off my sweatshirt and T-shirt, throwing them into a trash can, washing my upper body and arms. I should get rid of my pants too but I don’t like the idea of wandering around in just my boxers. Crazy, considering all that’s happened, but some habits are hard to break.
Waiting for Juni. Nervous. Shivering, not from cold but shock. Wanting to call this off. Wanting her to take charge, be a responsible adult, talk me into giving myself up. It’s strange how she’s acting more