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first.”
She wanted to argue, but there was no time. He knew the creature better than any of them. If he needed to stop for something, it must have been important.
Ainsley found herself sailing over the porch railing for the second time in an hour. As she sprinted up Princeton and swung the left onto Elm, she focused on a mental call to her lieutenant.
Cressida. I need you.
Spooky decorations festooned the town, all part of the yearly parade and celebration. Halloween had always been big in Tarker’s Hollow. The irony of seeing the town draped in ghosts and skeletons pained Ainsley, and she ran faster, hoping not to bump into anyone she knew.
Cressida met her on the other side of Yale. She fairly flew out of the woods in spite of her less than sensible attire. Ainsley had almost forgotten how fast she was.
As they drew closer, she realized Cressida wore black leather boots with a three inch heel. Fishnet thigh highs ended before her skirt began. A thin pirate blouse above it was cinched to her narrow torso with a leather corset, which pressed her tiny breasts together into the semblance of cleavage. A sequined eye patch hung on a length of elastic around her neck.
“Wow, you’re really getting into the Halloween sprit, huh?” Ainsley remarked as they ran to the field house.
“Is that today?” Cressida asked.
Ainsley tried not to overthink the outfit and focused on the task at hand.
“Cressida, we’re in real trouble. Charley has Grace and he’s going to feed her to the moroi unless we let it loose,” she explained as calmly as she could.
“What’s a moroi?” Cressida asked, looking less than enthused.
Oh god. She didn’t know. There hadn’t been time.
“moroi are like vampires, except they feed on human souls, not just blood. According to Ophelia and Julian, the purpose of the wolf packs is to guard their tombs,” she explained, hoping she wouldn’t scare the girl into abandoning their rescue attempt.
“So, like vampires,” Cressida said thoughtfully. “Are they hot like the ones in Buffy? Or corny like the Twilight one?”
“I... I have no idea,” Ainsley stammered.
“Just fucking with you,” Cressida winked. “I heard the whole thing already from MacGregor. Just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
Ainsley wasn’t sure whether to slap Cressida or kiss her. She wished the moon weren’t still full enough to make her eyes linger on the place where the tops of Cressida’s fishnets met her slender thighs.
“Just follow my lead,” she said. “I’m not really sure how this is going to go down. But they can’t have Grace and they can’t unleash their monster on my pack either.”
Cressida set her jaw and nodded in a way that told Ainsley she was ready to throw down. Ainsley’s wolf growled approval in her chest.
The barn doors at the back of the field house were already open. Once inside, Ainsley slid it shut behind them. It wouldn’t do for anyone to wander into this fight.
The normal scents of lawn equipment and fresh cut grass filled Ainsley’s nose. But her sensitive wolf ears heard the sickening pulse of something large and wet that didn’t belong.
She hurried to the rear corner, praying that the trap door wasn’t sealed. She didn’t think she could repeat that business Julian had done before. And she certainly wasn’t going to wait for him.
Thankfully, the door stood wide open. It looked like someone had been through in a hurry.
“ Lux ex tenebris,” Ainsley whispered, and smiled at the fluttering sensation from her fingertips at the arrival of her magical fireflies. Merrily, they sparked ahead of her, lighting the way down the rungs of the ladder in a cheerful way that seemed at odds with the gravity of the situation.
As soon as her feet hit the wet stones that made up the floor of the corridor, Ainsley took off at a run. Every fiber of her being longed to shift, but she knew she would need her human brain to negotiate what lay ahead.
The cold, wet air
She wanted to argue, but there was no time. He knew the creature better than any of them. If he needed to stop for something, it must have been important.
Ainsley found herself sailing over the porch railing for the second time in an hour. As she sprinted up Princeton and swung the left onto Elm, she focused on a mental call to her lieutenant.
Cressida. I need you.
Spooky decorations festooned the town, all part of the yearly parade and celebration. Halloween had always been big in Tarker’s Hollow. The irony of seeing the town draped in ghosts and skeletons pained Ainsley, and she ran faster, hoping not to bump into anyone she knew.
Cressida met her on the other side of Yale. She fairly flew out of the woods in spite of her less than sensible attire. Ainsley had almost forgotten how fast she was.
As they drew closer, she realized Cressida wore black leather boots with a three inch heel. Fishnet thigh highs ended before her skirt began. A thin pirate blouse above it was cinched to her narrow torso with a leather corset, which pressed her tiny breasts together into the semblance of cleavage. A sequined eye patch hung on a length of elastic around her neck.
“Wow, you’re really getting into the Halloween sprit, huh?” Ainsley remarked as they ran to the field house.
“Is that today?” Cressida asked.
Ainsley tried not to overthink the outfit and focused on the task at hand.
“Cressida, we’re in real trouble. Charley has Grace and he’s going to feed her to the moroi unless we let it loose,” she explained as calmly as she could.
“What’s a moroi?” Cressida asked, looking less than enthused.
Oh god. She didn’t know. There hadn’t been time.
“moroi are like vampires, except they feed on human souls, not just blood. According to Ophelia and Julian, the purpose of the wolf packs is to guard their tombs,” she explained, hoping she wouldn’t scare the girl into abandoning their rescue attempt.
“So, like vampires,” Cressida said thoughtfully. “Are they hot like the ones in Buffy? Or corny like the Twilight one?”
“I... I have no idea,” Ainsley stammered.
“Just fucking with you,” Cressida winked. “I heard the whole thing already from MacGregor. Just tell me what I’m supposed to do.”
Ainsley wasn’t sure whether to slap Cressida or kiss her. She wished the moon weren’t still full enough to make her eyes linger on the place where the tops of Cressida’s fishnets met her slender thighs.
“Just follow my lead,” she said. “I’m not really sure how this is going to go down. But they can’t have Grace and they can’t unleash their monster on my pack either.”
Cressida set her jaw and nodded in a way that told Ainsley she was ready to throw down. Ainsley’s wolf growled approval in her chest.
The barn doors at the back of the field house were already open. Once inside, Ainsley slid it shut behind them. It wouldn’t do for anyone to wander into this fight.
The normal scents of lawn equipment and fresh cut grass filled Ainsley’s nose. But her sensitive wolf ears heard the sickening pulse of something large and wet that didn’t belong.
She hurried to the rear corner, praying that the trap door wasn’t sealed. She didn’t think she could repeat that business Julian had done before. And she certainly wasn’t going to wait for him.
Thankfully, the door stood wide open. It looked like someone had been through in a hurry.
“ Lux ex tenebris,” Ainsley whispered, and smiled at the fluttering sensation from her fingertips at the arrival of her magical fireflies. Merrily, they sparked ahead of her, lighting the way down the rungs of the ladder in a cheerful way that seemed at odds with the gravity of the situation.
As soon as her feet hit the wet stones that made up the floor of the corridor, Ainsley took off at a run. Every fiber of her being longed to shift, but she knew she would need her human brain to negotiate what lay ahead.
The cold, wet air
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