Book Five, Chapter 83: Always in the Forest

~Antoine~

Riley was up the stairs so quickly. He was getting away. I had to book it if I wanted to catch up. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, he was already all the way down the hall.

He didn’t look back, but he called out, “It’ll just be a second. I have to grab some books.”

He was standing in front of a large bookcase, quickly pushing it to the side to reveal the doorway to the library. Had I been there before? I couldn’t remember.

I couldn’t run.

Just walk slowly. One foot in front of the other. Just walk slowly. Why was he taking so long? He should come back this way any moment. He’ll be back soon, right?

I watched him as he stood next to a table inside the little library, stacking book on top of book until the pile was so large he could barely see over it.

He lifted it up. I could barely believe it—those noodle arms managing to carry all of those books?

“Let me take some of those for you,” I said, stay calm. Make your voice even.

You’re perfectly ordinary. You’re perfectly ordinary.

There are no books in the forest. So, you’re not in the forest, I told myself.

Riley turned toward me and started walking out of the little library. I could barely suppress a smile.

“No, I’ve got this. I need your hands free to hold the gun, remember?” Riley said.

I swayed my head to the side, then back, trying to find his eye line.

Look at me.

“Oh! Don’t want to forget to close this,” he said, turning around in a little swirl while balancing those books. He did have Hustle, didn’t he?

Look at me.

“I got it,” he said, struggling to put one pinky against the side of the bookshelf to push it closed. “We don’t want any of the mercenaries finding the books. Can’t have them learning to read.”

I laughed at his joke—too loud, too off. He was going to suspect me.

Look at me, you little thing.

“There we go,” he said.

I was almost to him. My teeth itched.

He was turning, walking toward me. My smile spread wide. Wider, wider, wider.

Riley is not in the forest. So, you are not in the forest.

He was almost to me. Just look at me, you little piece of meat.

But I couldn’t see his eyes. The stack of books in his arms was too high. His head was on the wrong side, watching the ground. If I didn’t do something, he was going to pass me.

I needed to get him to look at me. Why was he not looking at me?

“Hey, Riley,” I started to say, but before I could even get the words halfway out, he was talking—louder, talking over me.

“We are on the edge of doing something incredible here! We’re not just talking about killing werewolves, or hurting werewolves, or hunting werewolves, we’re talking about a cure. As silver is purified, it seems to… I don’t know… zap the wolves of their strength and power. I don’t know how else to describe it. What if this could prevent someone from succumbing to the curse in the first place? If they never transform—if the curse vector never has a chance to propagate throughout the body—could you imagine? Think of all the victims who don’t have to be victims!”

I was supposed to respond. I had to.

“My brother,” I said, though I didn’t know where it came from.

“Exactly!” Riley exclaimed, nearly skipping down the hallway, passing right by me without so much as a glance. “We’re talking about a world with no more werewolf victims. We could completely eradicate this disease—or curse, rather. And I am going to have it all on film for the world to know what happened.”

He was walking away. I had to stop him.

I was going to lunge, but I couldn’t. I could feel something stopping me, something controlling me. I could practically feel the strings attached to my nervous system, to my muscles, even crawling inside of my brain like worms.

Look at me, a voice inside my head screamed.

But he didn’t look at me. He would soon, though.

I huffed, and I puffed, ready to roar and steal his attention away, and then—BAM.

There was a loud noise. What just happened?

A book fell off the top of his stack, landing on the ground with a smack that knocked me out of my senses.

“Oh, damn,” Riley said. “Can you grab that for me? I’d really appreciate it.”

His nose was buried in another book, a smaller one. He was walking, reading, and carrying a large stack all at once.

I looked down at the book he dropped.

It wasn’t just a book. There was something spilling out of it. Pictures. Polaroids.

Kimberly.

They were pictures of Kimberly. I needed to protect her. Someone was after her, right? Someone was obsessed with her. The other girl in the photo.

Kimberly.

I looked down at them and started to reach out. As I saw my hand, it wasn’t my hand anymore.

It was covered in hair, and the nails were long and sharp. My arm was so long I could nearly reach the ground while standing. All I had to do was lean over.

But where was my prey?

I looked down the hallway. Riley was nowhere to be found.

Riley. I couldn’t kill Riley.

He has to protect Kimberly because I can’t anymore.

I looked around, back the way we had come, then in every direction until I saw a boarded-up window at the end of the hallway.

Go. Find. Kill.

The voice in my head was so simple, so pure. It was the only thing I had to do in the world.

Stolen novel; please report.

I was about to run downstairs after him, but then a memory came. Rolling silver. That’s where he was going—into the basement where they had a weapon.

That was it. I couldn’t go near the rolling silver. What could I do?

I could jump out the window.

I didn’t know how to walk with my huge arms, but they knew all on their own. As soon as I started moving forward, my nails dug into the wood. I ran as fast as I could. When I came to the stairway, I pushed through it, and instead of turning, I continued running until I got to the window. Boarded up to protect people inside from things like me.

With all my might, I jumped through the window, crashing through the ancient glass and boards, and fell onto the ground below.

Freedom tastes like wind and moonlight.

When I hit the ground, I didn’t hesitate.

The body that was once Antoine’s rolled and sprang up under my control, claws digging into the soft dirt, propelling me forward before I’d even drawn my first full breath of the night. The wind screamed past my ears, a song as wild as the thrum in my chest. The moon hung high, silver and full, whispering its eternal promise.

It filled me, fed me. It was mine, and I belonged to it.

I ran because I could.

The meat inside me screamed. The man—he squirmed, wriggling like a fish on a hook. His voice flitted through my head like an annoying bird. The woods! The woods! Hide there! It’s all you deserve!

Oh, I would go in the woods when I wanted to.

The woods were nothing but dark and quiet. The wind, the scent trails, the promise of prey—they were out here. I had the world at my feet, and I wouldn’t waste it hiding like a coward. I let my tongue loll out, tasting the air.

Dirt, damp leaves, and then… her.

She was there, her scent wrapping around me like silk. Sweet. Familiar. Fragile. My claws dug deeper into the ground as I followed it, bounding faster, harder. She was near.

Kimberly, the man said inside me, his voice weak and desperate. Not prey!

Not prey? Of course she isn’t prey. She is my love. The scent of her was fire and heat, lighting every nerve in my body. Her heartbeat called to me, and I wanted to sink my teeth into it. Not to destroy—no, not entirely—but to claim, to know she was mine, that I was hers. My muscles tightened with the thought, and I surged forward.

The gravel under my paws bit back, sharp and unkind, but I loved it. Pain was life. It meant I was alive. I snarled at the lights ahead, where the scent led. Closer. She was so close.

The man screamed louder now, clawing at me from inside, his thoughts like gnats in my ears. Turn! Turn to the trees! Go back where you belong! Don’t hurt her!

The trees would be mine soon. The fields were mine now. I could run fast and forever in the fields.

I growled, shaking my head to shut him up. His fear, his weak little urges—they didn’t matter. I was strong. I was free. The moon sang louder now, urging me forward. Find her.