that this would be the last time that the paw would shove me my food through the hatch, I lent close to it and shouted:
“Thank you, white paw, for all of my food!”
I listened for any sort of a reply but there was nothing. A growl would have done.
What was I doing? What was I thinking of?
Why was I even concerning myself with what type of creature had been shoving that red stuff through the hatch? Why was I thanking them? They hadn’t been doing me a favour – helping me out in someway. They were no more than helping feed my addiction. They were a part of all of this. And I knew, somewhere behind the pain that I was in, I was going mad – losing sight of escaping from my cell and fighting the cravings that I’d had since eating that flesh for my mother. But I hadn’t eaten it for her – I’d eaten it for Luke. Where was he now? By eating it, had I saved him?
I looked at the bowl of meat sitting in a pool of black blood. Trembling all over, I reached out and touched it with the tips of my filthy fingers. The meat felt warm and moist and I just wanted to snatch it up and ram it into my mouth. To tear it into pieces with my teeth, taste the blood on my tongue and let it sooth my burning throat. With tears running down my cheeks, I stretched out my fingers and pushed the bowl away. Turning towards the water, I cupped it in my shaking hands and raised it to my cracked lips. I poked my tongue from my mouth and licked at the water and it felt cool and wonderful. Sitting on the floor of the cell, I sipped at the water, and let it wash over my tongue and down the back of my throat.
“ Save some!” The Kiera that still wanted to escape said in my ear. “You might need it to soak the pages of the book in.”
“But I need those pages,” I whispered aloud. “It has a secret code written on them.”
“ Save it – you’ve got a long night ahead of you and you need to be strong,” the other Kiera said.
I took the bowl from my lips, and placed it back on the floor. I couldn’t help but notice how the water looked so nice as it sloshed against the side of the bowl.
Trying not to think about the water and the other stuff – the red stuff, I thought of Nik and I wondered how nice it would have been to see him before I made my escape. I secretly hoped that he would come before nightfall. Although I had found him frustrating at times, he had been a friend to me.
Then as if my prayers had been answered, there was the sound of keys rattling in the lock and the door was slowly swung open. Glancing up, I hoped to see my friend. Instead, with what little strength I had left, I edged myself away from the door as Phillips and Sparky came towards me.
Chapter Thirteen
I scrambled onto my chair as Phillips strode in with Sparky beside him. Both were in human form. Phillips wore a black shirt that was open at the throat, and I could see the scars that ran down the length of his face and neck. They still looked raw in places, pink and mauve and I remembered how I had watched from high up in a tree in St. Mary’s graveyard as Potter had attacked him. That night seemed like years ago now. They circled me a couple of times, I noticed Sparky sniff the air as if his Lycanthrope instincts simmered beneath his Human form.
Phillips stopped in front of me and asked Sparky, “How’s her leg healing?”
Sparky came forward, crouched down, and rubbed his nose into the scabs that had now completely formed over the wound. He then ran his tongue up the length of it. He smacked his lips together and then turned to face Phillips.
“I think her leg has more or less healed,” he said.
“Are you sure?” Phillips asked, with a tinge of excitement in his voice.
“She’ll be good enough,” Sparky smiled at Phillips.
“I am right here, you know,” I said.
Without warning, Phillips pushed me from my chair and sent me sprawling across the floor.
“What was that for!” I yelled.
Phillips came slowly forward and towered over
“Thank you, white paw, for all of my food!”
I listened for any sort of a reply but there was nothing. A growl would have done.
What was I doing? What was I thinking of?
Why was I even concerning myself with what type of creature had been shoving that red stuff through the hatch? Why was I thanking them? They hadn’t been doing me a favour – helping me out in someway. They were no more than helping feed my addiction. They were a part of all of this. And I knew, somewhere behind the pain that I was in, I was going mad – losing sight of escaping from my cell and fighting the cravings that I’d had since eating that flesh for my mother. But I hadn’t eaten it for her – I’d eaten it for Luke. Where was he now? By eating it, had I saved him?
I looked at the bowl of meat sitting in a pool of black blood. Trembling all over, I reached out and touched it with the tips of my filthy fingers. The meat felt warm and moist and I just wanted to snatch it up and ram it into my mouth. To tear it into pieces with my teeth, taste the blood on my tongue and let it sooth my burning throat. With tears running down my cheeks, I stretched out my fingers and pushed the bowl away. Turning towards the water, I cupped it in my shaking hands and raised it to my cracked lips. I poked my tongue from my mouth and licked at the water and it felt cool and wonderful. Sitting on the floor of the cell, I sipped at the water, and let it wash over my tongue and down the back of my throat.
“ Save some!” The Kiera that still wanted to escape said in my ear. “You might need it to soak the pages of the book in.”
“But I need those pages,” I whispered aloud. “It has a secret code written on them.”
“ Save it – you’ve got a long night ahead of you and you need to be strong,” the other Kiera said.
I took the bowl from my lips, and placed it back on the floor. I couldn’t help but notice how the water looked so nice as it sloshed against the side of the bowl.
Trying not to think about the water and the other stuff – the red stuff, I thought of Nik and I wondered how nice it would have been to see him before I made my escape. I secretly hoped that he would come before nightfall. Although I had found him frustrating at times, he had been a friend to me.
Then as if my prayers had been answered, there was the sound of keys rattling in the lock and the door was slowly swung open. Glancing up, I hoped to see my friend. Instead, with what little strength I had left, I edged myself away from the door as Phillips and Sparky came towards me.
Chapter Thirteen
I scrambled onto my chair as Phillips strode in with Sparky beside him. Both were in human form. Phillips wore a black shirt that was open at the throat, and I could see the scars that ran down the length of his face and neck. They still looked raw in places, pink and mauve and I remembered how I had watched from high up in a tree in St. Mary’s graveyard as Potter had attacked him. That night seemed like years ago now. They circled me a couple of times, I noticed Sparky sniff the air as if his Lycanthrope instincts simmered beneath his Human form.
Phillips stopped in front of me and asked Sparky, “How’s her leg healing?”
Sparky came forward, crouched down, and rubbed his nose into the scabs that had now completely formed over the wound. He then ran his tongue up the length of it. He smacked his lips together and then turned to face Phillips.
“I think her leg has more or less healed,” he said.
“Are you sure?” Phillips asked, with a tinge of excitement in his voice.
“She’ll be good enough,” Sparky smiled at Phillips.
“I am right here, you know,” I said.
Without warning, Phillips pushed me from my chair and sent me sprawling across the floor.
“What was that for!” I yelled.
Phillips came slowly forward and towered over
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