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word– Pack so there was no one for her to really talk to. Even with all that had happened, she missed them, all of them, Shelly and Erin and Pete most of all.
After a week, she loaded her bag up into her car and thanked her cousins with mixed emotions. It seemed to her that Marybeth and Hal weren’t too sorry to see her go, but then, she wasn’t all that sorry to be leaving either. She started down the road toward Wolf’s Point.
All the while, her brain spun with the worries and fears and questions that she’d hoped to avoid. Why had the werewolf thing happened to her in the first place? She couldn’t even remember a dog bite, let alone a wolf one, yet here she was, changing just like in that old Lon Chaney movie. Now she knew she couldn’t outrun the curse or whatever it was but she wasn’t giving up hope that there might be a cure out there, one that didn’t involve a silver bullet.
But to find that out, she needed people to talk to and a town with the right resources. Surely if Shelly and the rest of the Club knew so much about turning into wolves, they would know something about not changing into one. Maybe. She tried really hard not to remember everything that had been said about magic and being called until she ran to the end of her limited information. Time enough for those conversations when she got home.
Her mood lifted with each mile closer to Wolf’s Point. It wasn’t like she really felt like she had much of a choice in coming back, but she couldn’t help herself. At least there was the familiar to fall back on. Well, that and a sense of belonging, of rightness. It seemed right, for example, that the first thing she did when she got into town was to park near Millie’s Cafe and go in for pie.
No sooner had she greeted the regulars and settled in for a giant slice of apple pie than the door swung open. Becca looked up to meet the stare of the aspiring werewolf slayer she’d met by the river, what seemed like another lifetime ago now. The other woman was pretty banged up. Her arm was in a sling and she was wearing a couple of bandages, but apart from that, she appeared to be quite alive.
Becca found herself nearly giddy with relief. Killing a stranger like Harrison was one thing. Killing someone she’d recommended Millie’s pies to was quite a different matter.
As if she’d been invited, the woman walked over and dropped into the chair across from Becca. That made Becca shiver all over with all kinds of feelings she wasn’t about to express in Millie’s, and her sense of relief vanished. This woman had come here specifically to hunt her friends. Her, too, for that matter, not that she knew that. Now here she was acting like she owned the place.
“Looks like this town has a wolf problem, after all,” her companion said by way of greeting. She gestured at herself. “Oya. Remember me: I am the wind that brings change.”
Becca could feel her hackles rise. What was this, amateur drama night? “Indeed. Well, I’m Becca and I’d say I was pleased to meet you but I think you know that would be a lie. I’m sorry you don’t like our woods. Or our wolves. When are you leaving town?”
Her hands were clenching the edge of the table, her nails growing longer and sinking into the wood, or so her imagination told her. She tried to make herself relax, tried to calm the surging tide of her blood. It wasn’t as if she could change in broad daylight, after all. Or could she? The thought made her break out in a cold sweat.
Oya glared at her. “Somehow, I’m pretty sure you know exactly what happened the other night. My friends and I ran into some monsters in the woods. Stuart…well, they’re not sure he’s going to make it. And I think you told them about us.” She rubbed her hand over her eyes, almost like she was wiping away a tear.
A cold chill went through Becca. Had she hurt this Stuart guy, whoever he was? Or had someone else? Another thought replaced it almost as quickly: it had
After a week, she loaded her bag up into her car and thanked her cousins with mixed emotions. It seemed to her that Marybeth and Hal weren’t too sorry to see her go, but then, she wasn’t all that sorry to be leaving either. She started down the road toward Wolf’s Point.
All the while, her brain spun with the worries and fears and questions that she’d hoped to avoid. Why had the werewolf thing happened to her in the first place? She couldn’t even remember a dog bite, let alone a wolf one, yet here she was, changing just like in that old Lon Chaney movie. Now she knew she couldn’t outrun the curse or whatever it was but she wasn’t giving up hope that there might be a cure out there, one that didn’t involve a silver bullet.
But to find that out, she needed people to talk to and a town with the right resources. Surely if Shelly and the rest of the Club knew so much about turning into wolves, they would know something about not changing into one. Maybe. She tried really hard not to remember everything that had been said about magic and being called until she ran to the end of her limited information. Time enough for those conversations when she got home.
Her mood lifted with each mile closer to Wolf’s Point. It wasn’t like she really felt like she had much of a choice in coming back, but she couldn’t help herself. At least there was the familiar to fall back on. Well, that and a sense of belonging, of rightness. It seemed right, for example, that the first thing she did when she got into town was to park near Millie’s Cafe and go in for pie.
No sooner had she greeted the regulars and settled in for a giant slice of apple pie than the door swung open. Becca looked up to meet the stare of the aspiring werewolf slayer she’d met by the river, what seemed like another lifetime ago now. The other woman was pretty banged up. Her arm was in a sling and she was wearing a couple of bandages, but apart from that, she appeared to be quite alive.
Becca found herself nearly giddy with relief. Killing a stranger like Harrison was one thing. Killing someone she’d recommended Millie’s pies to was quite a different matter.
As if she’d been invited, the woman walked over and dropped into the chair across from Becca. That made Becca shiver all over with all kinds of feelings she wasn’t about to express in Millie’s, and her sense of relief vanished. This woman had come here specifically to hunt her friends. Her, too, for that matter, not that she knew that. Now here she was acting like she owned the place.
“Looks like this town has a wolf problem, after all,” her companion said by way of greeting. She gestured at herself. “Oya. Remember me: I am the wind that brings change.”
Becca could feel her hackles rise. What was this, amateur drama night? “Indeed. Well, I’m Becca and I’d say I was pleased to meet you but I think you know that would be a lie. I’m sorry you don’t like our woods. Or our wolves. When are you leaving town?”
Her hands were clenching the edge of the table, her nails growing longer and sinking into the wood, or so her imagination told her. She tried to make herself relax, tried to calm the surging tide of her blood. It wasn’t as if she could change in broad daylight, after all. Or could she? The thought made her break out in a cold sweat.
Oya glared at her. “Somehow, I’m pretty sure you know exactly what happened the other night. My friends and I ran into some monsters in the woods. Stuart…well, they’re not sure he’s going to make it. And I think you told them about us.” She rubbed her hand over her eyes, almost like she was wiping away a tear.
A cold chill went through Becca. Had she hurt this Stuart guy, whoever he was? Or had someone else? Another thought replaced it almost as quickly: it had
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