Dark Hearts

By Evelyn Chartres

(Nom de plume)

Copyright 2022

Halifax, Nova Scotia

ABOUT

Julia is a werewolf who turned against her pack and saved an innocent life. As a reward for her good deed, she ends up in prison, but thrives while others like her waste away.

On the eve of a full moon, an unknown benefactor arranges for Julia’s release. Faced with the prospect of returning to the city that nearly killed her, she opts to disappear into the surrounding woods.

This is the opportunity she needs to find herself and reconnect with the wild. As her past resurfaces, the supernatural and dark elements within humanity take notice of her.

Before reading on, be sure to consider: She may look like the Little Red Riding Hood, but she really is the wolf.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

DARK HEARTS

ABOUT

TABLE OF CONTENTS

DEDICATION

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

PROLOGUE – EXTINGUISHED

CHAPTER 1 – SHAWSHANK’S SHADOW

CHAPTER 2 – INTO THE WILD

CHAPTER 3 – SELENE’S INFLUENCE

CHAPTER 4 – THE PATH LEAST TRAVELLED

CHAPTER 5 – MANY A YESTERDAY

CHAPTER 6 – ON DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES

CHAPTER 7 – WAYPOINT

CHAPTER 8 – ON THE ROAD AGAIN

CHAPTER 9 – THE LADY IN WHITE

CHAPTER 10 – WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE

CHAPTER 11 – LOOSE ENDS

CHAPTER 12 – MONKSHOOD

CHAPTER 13 – THE VOODOO YOU DO

CHAPTER 14 – LET THE BEAT DROP

CHAPTER 15 – STARTING POINT

CHAPTER 16 – BREADCRUMBS

CHAPTER 17 – THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES

CHAPTER 18 – THE WITCHING HOUR

CHAPTER 19 – ALONE IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 20 – DARK HEARTS

CHAPTER 21 – NEATLY TIED WITH A BOW

CHAPTER 22 – THE CHAT

CHAPTER 23 – AFTERSHOCKS

EPILOGUE – THE VAN HELSING CONJECTURE

ABOUT EVELYN CHARTRES

ALSO, FROM EVELYN CHARTRES

LICENCE

DEDICATION

To Pamela. You will be missed.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I wish to thank those who played a part in making this novel a reality.

Faera Lane for her creativity and artistic flair. The one who took an idea rattling around in my head and made a stunning cover. The end product turned out even better than I hoped!

Thank you, Taija Morgan, for the additional layer of edits and review. While nothing is perfect, I am certain that the biggest offenders were purged.

Lastly, I wish to thank Carin Camen, Charleen Boyle, Kayla Ray Tidwell, and Pamela Belyea. These were the brave souls who read through my work during development. You are my shining stars in the night, proof that I am not navigating these waters alone.

Evelyn Chartres (Nom de plume)

theportraitofawoman@gmail.com

http://evelynchartres.com

DARK HEARTS

PROLOGUE

EXTINGUISHED

Kaylee was heading to her other job on a city bus, and that was the first thing that had gone right all day—scratch that, all month. The passengers were packed in like sardines, chock-full of human misery, with smells that ranged from cumin to urine. To help pass the time, she focused on a song playing in her mind. At least that part was easy, there was always a song playing in her head.

“Finally,” a faceless man said as the ‘Next Stop’ sign lit up.

She agreed with him. Most were headed for this stop to connect with the subway. Once they left, she would have the chance to grab a seat and rest her legs. Otherwise, I’ll be standing for nearly an hour.

Life was not going according to plan. She had just begun a civil engineering program at one of the local universities. She was flying high back then, living on campus surrounded by like-minded people her age, and keeping her controlling mother at bay was the proverbial cherry on top.

Alas, her boyfriend had left her the moment he learned the results of her pregnancy test. He didn’t take it well… I never would have thought that I’d end up alone.

All she remembered from the day he walked away was the driving rain. In reality, the sky was a deep blue with scarcely a cloud in sight. Even now, she felt a shiver run down her spine just thinking about it. I lost sight of him through a vale of tears.

She had doubts on how her mother would react. Amber confirmed her suspicions after informing her that she was no longer welcome home. Never thought I’d end up completely alone.

“Not as long as you carry that vile seed,” Amber made sure to add.

The pregnancy itself was not the problem, per se. It was the nature of the child, or to be precise, the sex of the child. They would have been overjoyed to see a hamburger but were faced with a hotdog on the ultrasound.

They cut her off financially after she reached the third trimester, expecting her to crawl back to them and they would make the problem go away. Three generations of witches who drew powers from living members would have made quick work of an unwanted child. They never asked what I wanted…

There were programs for people in her situation, including subsidised housing and tuition. However, it was not enough to make ends meet in this city. So, she took on two part-time jobs and had to rely on the kindness of Miss Dorset, who lived next door, to watch her son to make ends meet—

The bus slowed to a stop, and both doors opened up. People tumbled out of the bus, leaving behind half-a-dozen passengers. Kaylee sat down, with her backpack between her legs, and took out her phone.

She had been on this bus for a half an hour and would ride on for another twenty minutes before she reached the diner. At least she could sink into her seat and scroll through Twitcher to pass the time.

That final exam had crushed her soul. Kaylee needed to wind down, but was already running late. Under normal circumstances, she was among the first to leave, but she finished dead last today. She had no time to study… Aiden was crying all night.

Not that being a single mother holding down two jobs was key to academic success. She was barely keeping afloat, financially and academically. However, that degree was her ticket to a better life. I need this for Aiden.

Kaylee scrolled through the timeline. There were a slew of posts from someone threatening to leave social media behind. Such posts never failed to trend. She found comics centred on the interactions between Death and the Devil, cat pictures, and selfies that were invariably followed by outrage at the comments they received. Oh look! A list of new people to cancel…

“Wait,” Kaylee whispered.

She noticed a pair of distinctive black wings on her timeline. It was a photograph of a woman with her naughty bits blacked out and those badass wings outstretched. In the same frame, there was something else, something that defied all explanation. I still say that it’s a sasquatch.

When this went viral, people circulated videos and several stills of the event, while mainstream news media remained curiously silent. Some called the woman in the picture a harpy, or the Valkyrie, but the shotgun in her hands did not fit with either backstory.

The other creature was rarely in frame. A friend told her it looked like a bigfoot. Some insisted it was a very hairy man, and others stated it was some elaborate costume. I’ve never seen one of those costumes with a functional snout.

This was the shot that turned into a meme, the picture that marked the beginning of a rampage and associated manhunt south of the border. Forty-three brutally murdered in a subway car, a high-speed chase in a stolen ambulance, and several killed when a mothballed hydroelectric dam burst. All on account of this black-winged creature of wrath…

There came a ding and the ‘Next Stop’ sign lit up. She took a measure of her surroundings and realised this was her stop. She caught the driver looking right at her through his mirror. He noticed that I wasn’t paying attention.

When the bus came to a stop, she exited through the front doors. She flashed the driver a smile for the kindness, which was sorely lacking these days.

“Thank you,” Kaylee said.

“Anytime,” the driver replied.

A bell rang when she entered the diner. Coffee, fried sausage, and bacon reminded her that there was no time for breakfast this morning. I fell asleep twenty minutes before getting up and I slept through my alarm…

“Sorry I’m late,” Kaylee said.

A woman wearing an identical uniform looked up from wiping down the counter and smiled. Gladys was old enough to be her grandmother, but they got along well. The older server often reminded her that she needed to push through these tough times, get that piece of paper, and start raking in that cash.

“Slow going so far,” Gladys said. “Go hang up your coat, and I’ll hold the fort.”

Kaylee stifled a frown and went through the set of double doors that led to the kitchen. A slow day often meant her shift was cut short. At least she could afford to take the hit, whereas Gladys had fallen victim to a handsome face who promptly syphoned off her life savings. This job is all she has to stay off the streets.

She crept past the manager’s door and did not chance a peek. Kaylee needed Joe to remain unaware that she was late. If she was lucky, he would not realise she was in and would forget to send her home.

She unzipped her coat slowly to avoid making a sound and hung it up on the wall. Kaylee then slid off her boots and put on a pair of plain white shoes she kept around for convenience. Nearly ready, she rolled down her apron, stared in the mirror, and cried.

Her hair was a mess, but there was no time to fix it. The exam must have stressed her out, because of the visible knots everywhere. All of that from running a hand through my hair…

The worst aspect was the dark circles under her eyes. Her skin was pale and blotchy, while those brown eyes were bloodshot. Kaylee looked like she felt, and it was a matter of time before she caught the cold or the flu. I can’t afford to get sick now.

Kaylee clenched her jaw, wiped the tears from her eyes, and took out any wrinkles from her uniform. To her left, the door leading to the back alley was ajar. She smiled and stepped out for a moment.

The cool air was brisk, a welcome change from the oppressive heat of the kitchen. She pressed on the phone icon, then tapped on the call twice. The phone rang.

Ring.

Kaylee tapped her foot impatiently.

Ring.

She bit her lower lip and kept an ear out for activity inside.

Ring.

“Come on,” Kaylee urged. “Come on!”

Hello, you have reached—

“Shit!” Kaylee swore. “I was hoping to hear Aiden—”

Beep.

“Uh. Hello, Miss Dorset. I was calling to check in on Aiden,” Kaylee said. “I’m about to start my shift now, so I won’t be able to take any calls. I’ll call again when I’m on break. Give my love to Aiden.”

She hung up, pocketed her phone, and snuck back to the front. This is going to be a long shift…

Kaylee survived the lunch rush. The sight of all those full plates of food she delivered made her salivate, so she kept her mind focused on the orders while the music played on. Whenever there was no music in the background, her favourite singer-songwriter, a sultry brunette with green eyes played on for an audience of one.

When the last patron slipped off his stool, Gladys picked up the remote and turned up the volume. The news show on the television caught Kaylee’s attention, and her mind’s concert went into intermission.

…in international news, Julia Black was found in contempt for refusing to testify on the matter of…

Kaylee looked up just as the emaciated Julia Black, with her face covered by a jacket, was escorted to a vehicle in chains. There’s no life in those steps, as though she has given up.

While the Valkyrie who committed the string of violent deaths disappeared without leaving a trace, Julia had been the one left holding the bag. Eyewitness statements claimed Julia had been shot and was unconscious during the assault on the mining complex. Even the kidnap victim defended her, but that was not enough.

There was a lot of pent-up anger associated with the rampage in the subway and chaos that unfolded on the streets. Kaylee did not believe Julia was involved in any of it, but she was a known gang member and was witnessed in the company of the mystery woman. Her public defender should have been disbarred, and the people demanded blood.

The bell rang as the door opened. Kaylee spotted the elderly grey-haired man who came here every day like clockwork. She suspected he had a crush on Gladys but did not have the courage to make the first move. I wish my boyfriend had been the shy type…

“Good afternoon, Larry,” Kaylee chimed loud enough for the cook to hear and pass on the message.

Alas, the cook was not paying attention, preoccupied with swiping right on his phone. Kaylee made a note to stay off dating apps for the foreseeable future. Probably uses his high school senior pictures…

“The usual?” Kaylee asked.

Larry’s smile faded entirely. He was used to Gladys taking his order. Kaylee guessed he would leave unless she intervened.

“She’s on break,” Kaylee said as her stomach gurgled.

…in other news, a notorious serial killer known as the…

“Thank you,” Larry said appreciatively. “Just coffee for now…”

…was executed for the second time today…

“You got it,” Kaylee said with a smile.

A few years ago, a statement like that would have caused her to do a double take. However, there had been many such occurrences since the hiccup. All due to a world-wide phenomenon that brought people back to life, caused houses to appear from out of nowhere, and fused buildings together. To this day, no one has a clue what caused it.

After pouring him a fresh cup of coffee, she muted the television’s audio. Patrons got worked up on the news, especially when it went political, so they preferred to show subtitles. The act of reading the news vice hearing what the pundits had to say tempered their reactions.

“Thank you,” Larry said, while eyeing the door that led to the kitchen.

Kaylee smiled, but for different reasons. Their city had been spared from the worst effects of the hiccup. However, there was a notable example. Years ago, a developer tried to tear down several Victorian-era homes and replace them with a condominium development. Kaylee remembered the near daily protests to preserve those dilapidated homes that were lovingly known as crack alley. The opposition was so strong that the project never went forward.

After the hiccup, something odd happened at the site. The Victorian architecture had merged with modern stone-faced condos. The new structures even appeared weathered, as though they had been there for years. Weeks later, after the chaos settled, the developer opened the homes up for public viewing.

Truth proved stranger than fiction. The walls were seamlessly joined, stairs led nowhere, and the modern finished basements were filled with dirt. Even the furniture was affected, creating unique fusions of styles coveted by museums everywhere.

While the buildings were a curiosity, that was not what brought in the crowds. Good money was spent for an opportunity to hear echoes, voices from the past. Paranormal researchers claimed it was proof there was life after death.

That opinion changed when visitors either heard their own voices or recognised someone they knew. Most were still alive, but none had ever lived there. Although, many had invested in the new homes being planned. Echoes of what might’ve been…

“That’s hard to believe,” Larry said, watching the muted television as guards escorted the prisoner out of his cell for the execution.

“Ain’t it just,” Kaylee replied.

“Meatloaf with extra gravy,” Kaylee said.

“Got it,” the cook said.

“Cheeseburger, hold the pickle,” Kaylee added.

“Yep,” the cook replied.

“Oktoberfest sausage, honey mustard dip, with fries,” Kaylee rhymed off.

“G-got it,” the cook answered.

“Two steak sandwiches, medium rare, with sweet potato—” Kaylee said.

“Fuck…really?” the cook asked.

The place had been non-stop business ever since Gladys returned from her break. They were being run off their feet, and another server would not be here for at least two hours. Until then, they were on their own.

While Gladys covered the tables, Kaylee worked the front counter and till. Pour some coffee; get an order. Drop off a customer’s plate, run to the till to take a payment. Finish cleaning a mess; another client waltzes in, sits down, and moans about having no menu.

They were so busy that Kaylee never had the opportunity to take her break. At least I don’t have the time to think of food—

“Kay—” Larry said.

“Order up!” the cook said.

Kaylee grabbed the order and placed it neatly on the counter in front of the client.

“K—” Larry said.

“Can I have some ketchup?” a client asked.

“Right away,” Kaylee said while sliding a bottle toward them. “Anything else I can help—”

“KAYLEE!” Gladys yelled.

The diner went quiet as a tomb. For the first time in an hour, she could hear meat sizzling on the grill. Confused, she turned toward Gladys, who was pointing at Larry. The man’s eyes were wide as he stared at the television, and there was sweat on his upper lip.

“Are you—” Kaylee said.

“Isn’t that where you live?” Larry asked.

That question did not register. Either way, Larry should have no idea where she lived. However, she caught him pointing at the television. The bottom part of the broadcast was covered with Breaking News scrolling at the bottom.

“Wha…” Kaylee said.

Emergency crews were busy fighting the fire at an apartment complex. There was little they could do when a building that size was engulfed in flame. It could have matched several buildings erected in that era, but she saw something that made her blood run cold.

A bus shelter was in the same frame, which by itself was nothing conclusive. However, the graffiti covering the advertisement was the work of a neighbour’s kid. He tagged it just this morning while waiting for the bus…

To confirm her worsening suspicions, Kaylee pulled out her phone and noticed seventeen missed calls. Her social media notifications were blowing up, with several pages of notifications to scroll through.

“Aiden…” Kaylee whispered before collapsing.

CHAPTER 1

SHAWSHANK’S SHADOW

Time moved at a snail’s pace. For Julia, it was as though every grain of sand was falling through the hourglass in slow motion. As judged by her cellmate’s steady breathing, an hour had passed since lights out, but it may as well have been a week. Being awake did her no favours. She would need to get a full night’s rest to feel tired. Alas, her mind refused to disengage.

She hated this place, and that was true for most of the prison population. Even the guards bemoaned being here when they thought no one was within earshot, but her hearing was more sensitive than average.

Every aspect of this facility appeared to be purposely built to suck the life out of those trapped within these walls. Notably, the walls were predominantly made of dull-grey concrete, and the cells were cramped.

From sunrise to sunset, the oppressive heat drove them all to the brink of exhaustion. Whereas at night, humidity clung to every surface, while she shivered in her bunk. All on account of my weight. At least, that was true when I got here…

“Ever felt as though you belong here?” the prison doctor said.

Until the question reached her submerged consciousness, Julia had been running on autopilot. A state of mind where she went through the required motions with no cognitive input. That was her only effective defence she had at avoiding a stay in the hole.

“…I’m sorry, Doctor,” Julia replied. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I asked if you ever felt like you belonged here?” the doctor repeated.

Distracted by the sight of her reflection, Julia’s eyes went wide and glassy. She expected to see a brunette, with deep-brown eyes, barely perceptible breasts, and a gaunt face. Those details were prominently featured on the mugshot stapled to the cover of her medical file. A picture with every rib showing through that tight-fitting t-shirt she wore the night of her arrest.

A lot had changed since then. She focused on the subtle curves of her body, visible mounds that threatened to overflow from her bra. Despite being tired, her skin glowed, and her face was complemented by full lips and rosy cheeks.

Julia’s reflection evoked memories of her mother, or what she remembered from the worn-out snapshot lost ages ago. The biggest difference between them was that she had straight hair, whereas her mother’s hair was curled with ringlets. The sight of her dead mother staring back at her in the mirror dredged up memories and emotions she was ill prepared to deal with. What the fuck happened to me?

“Are you—” the doctor said.

“Yes…sorry,” Julia said after clawing her way back to reality. “I was curious how that question came up?”

Julia realised she was standing on a scale. Since her arrival, medical staff had kept a close eye on her weight. Every Monday, they dragged her to the infirmary in chains. Such precautions were excessive given how they treated other inmates. You’d think I was on the most wanted list…

“Your weight,” the doctor said. “You’ve gone from chronic malnutrition to being healthy for your height.”

“That’s a good thing…right?” Julia confirmed.

“I’ve encountered cases like yours where the prisoner wastes away,” the doctor said. “We had to resort to feeding tubes to extend their lives.”

Every so often, there were hints that the staff suspected she was not entirely human. Had the doctor not made a comment about her thriving in prison, she would have missed this positive change in her health.

Werewolves were not known for surviving in captivity for long. Either they were too violent to control and had to be put down, or they wasted away until there was nothing left but loose skin and bones.

Intent aside, the doctor’s comments linked the positive weight gain as Julia being happy where she was. How can that be true?

“It’s great news,” the doctor replied, despite the tone saying otherwise.

He was writing more than usual in his report. Alas, Julia could not gleam anything of use from where she stood, but worry was written all over his face. What could it be?

“Say, Doctor,” Julia said. “I don’t suppose you know when the next full moon is due?”

“Five days,” the doctor replied.

Most people would look up at night, realise it was a crescent moon, and swear it had been a full moon the night before. However, this doctor knew the precise number of days remaining without having to consult a calendar or an app. They know…

“Thank you, Doctor,” Julia said.

“Anytime…” the doctor replied before the guards swooped in to escort her back.

“I want to be here?” Julia asked absentmindedly.

That question was loud enough for her cellmate’s rhythmic snoring to cease. Julia winced, dreading the potential fallout that risked catching the guards’ attention. I don’t want to end up in solitary.

As anxiety welled up, Julia held her breath, wishing that absolute silence would send her bunkmate back to sleep. After a minute, the cellmate rolled onto her side while their breathing deepened and slowed. Thank fuck!

The question lingered in the foreground of her mind, and it had merit. She thrived in an environment that her brethren could not. So, what did I do to deserve to be in a hellhole like this?

The reasons were not obvious. Sure, she betrayed her pack, but they also tried to kill her. Julia was guilty of nothing more than leading a fallen angel named Clara during a rescue mission. I hurt no one that day… How could I when I was stuck in human form?

Clara had been the diversion, which permitted Julia to sneak into the mine to affect a rescue. What a shame that Julia ended up getting shot and lost consciousness. It reeked of irony that the kidnap victim ended up being the one who saved Julia from the flooding tunnels. All I remember is waking up cuffed to a hospital bed.

Despite ending up in prison, Julia was comfortable with her choices. The pack she ran with had been subverted by her step-mother Adrienne and half-brother William. In hindsight, my father was no better… I was disarmed by his smile…

Still, Julia had maintained a healthy weight until she came face to face with Clara—the one who ended her father’s life while locked in a struggle for survival. While her father’s death set Julia on a self-destructive path, Clara was also the one who saved her from a certain death months later. That event left her emotionally torn but did not explain her being happy here. Clara did more to help me than anyone in my pack ever did…

There came a moan from down the wing. An inmate was seeking sweet release for this evening. Julia’s mind focused on the rapid breathing as they worked themselves up into a toe-curling climax. Before envy could set in, she was fast asleep.

From within the dream realm, Julia quirked her brow as the wind moaned. The physical representation of this place had been her kingdom while growing up. She occasionally returned to this cherished place in her dreams, more so since siding with Clara against her pack.

She took a single step to cross the stream and sat at the base of a tree at the centre of the island. Her mind focused on the trickling water, as warmth and comfort of the familiar eased into her soul.

“I miss this place,” Julia said after taking a deep breath.

Time was running out, and she had her first period in over a year. The return of her cycle because of her being at a healthy weight meant she was liable to turn into a werewolf when the full moon peeked over the horizon. How am I going to deal with that in prison?

“Shit! That’s why they keep tabs on my body weight…” Julia said with wide eyes.

To her left, a twig snapped. She spun her head so fast that it appeared unnatural. As a predator, she did not like being caught unawares.

“Nothing,” Julia said.

She focused on the clearing and shifted to the dark woods surrounding her.

“Odd,” Julia added.

There were no memories of the surrounding woods being so foreboding. The only thing missing were several sets of glowing eyes floating in the inky shadows, and a ghostly fog to set the mood. A row of spiked heads near the mouth of a trail would really sell it.

“There you are,” the wind said.

“What?” Julia replied earnestly.

“Come with me,” the wind added.

“What the hell,” Julia said. “Can’t be much worse than where I am.”

She pushed herself from off the tree and stood tall. Without due care, she took a step and missed the opposing bank. Julia dove into the cheerful stream, which swallowed her whole…

“Fuuuuuuck,” Julia said while luxuriating in the radiating heat of the water in the prison’s shower room. “I needed this.”

Drops of water in her hair dripped down her forehead and over her eyes. While it blurred her vision, Julia did not care. This was one of the few times they allowed her a moment’s peace, even with an armed guard watching over her.

After the medical examination, they cranked the security up to eleven. The escalation further confirmed her suspicions. Why else would they heighten security?

Still, the precautions worked in her favour. Under normal circumstances, she had to share the shower room with other women from her wing. Now she had the place to—

A door latch disengaged out in the change area, and it sounded like the one that led to another block. The guard disappeared from sight, followed by nine hard footsteps. That was enough for her to reach the door and secure it. However, that last click never came. What’s going on?

“Now?” the guard whispered.

Her ears shifted imperceptibly to the rear, which did precisely fuck all to help her hear. Instead, she compensated by tilting her head toward the voice.

“I want double,” the guard whispered.

Oh, shit!

Her mind ran over several scenarios, none of which ended well for her. Prison is such a rich and dynamic environment.

“The Sisters…” Julia whispered.

Old timers said these ladies stole the name from some prison movie. Like the film, they preyed on other inmates, but the similarities ended there.

The Sisters were human traffickers with solid connections to the outside world. That meant guards were compensated with hard currency usable outside of these walls. In exchange for their silence, drugs and contraband were smuggled in. Plenty of people need an escape behind these walls.

This group excelled at finding and isolating prospective victims. Once under their protection, they would groom them and get them hooked on drugs. Rumours were that they controlled a wing, and that guards were serviced on demand.

Once they were deemed ready, The Sisters would leverage their contacts to arrange for an early release. A pimp would be there to pick them up, and the women were never seen again. Who’d miss an ex-con?

“You got fifteen,” the guard whispered.

The sound of those hard-soled boots faded until they were absorbed by the hallway. Minus the guard, there were three new and distinctive footsteps inside with her. One had a slight limp, and Julia figured Nikki, a fellow prisoner, was amongst them. I wonder if she’s still sore about that limp I gave her.

They attempted to isolate her when they transferred her here. A case of classic pack mentality—converge, surround, and move in for the kill. They planned to subdue her with heroin, but her metabolism was tweaked and the dose gave her little more than a short-lived buzz. They needed to use doses that would kill an addict.

Nikki had assumed Julia was too stoned to put up a fight. She got the shock of her life when Julia responded by a sharp kick to her left foot’s arch. The impact fractured several bones and brought on screams that caused the guards to swarm. The reward for saving her own skin? A week in the hole. Worth it!

This time she was alone, naked, and armed with nothing more than a bar of soap. There was no way she could fend them off—

“Fuck me…” Julia said under her breath as the tip of a twelve-inch dildo came into sight. Literally!

That dong was a thing of legend, something that few had witnessed. She could count on one hand those who were said to have lived to tell the tale. Rumours were that it was covered in a high-grit sandpaper, spiked with nails, or lined with razor-wire, anything to make women think twice before resisting The Sisters. Well, that glossy shine precludes the sandpaper finish…

“Well. Well. Well,” Nikki said as the rest of the strap-on and all that bare flesh came out from behind the wall.

There was nothing particularly wrong about Nikki’s appearance. Middle-aged, tall, thin, with straight brown hair and a resting bitch face that chilled the mood at an orgy. Problem was, Nikki embodied every value Julia’s step-mother embraced. There’ll be blood tonight!

“What do we have here?” Nikki asked.

Julia looked at the other two, who were the toughest bitches in the yard. These were the prime enforcers for The Sisters, and unless they were administering their form of perverted justice, these two seldom spoke.

Before a smile overtook Nikki’s features, Julia glanced down at that oversized appendage.

“Are you compensating for something?” Julia asked.

“I—what?” Nikki asked, all flustered.

Julia smiled, but it was all an act. Meanwhile, the enforcers were moving to flank her, and there were no obvious avenues to escape. I don’t stand a chance.

“Anyone who needs to walk around with something that big must be compensating for something,” Julia repeated. “Was your dad a premature ejaculator? Not big enough to feel a tickle?”

Those comments got their attention. Julia figured pissing them off might bring about a violent and hopefully merciful death. It was that or turning tricks on some random street corner. The streets nearly killed me before…

The one on her right pushed Julia right into the path of an upcoming fist. The impact was hard enough to make her head snap back. Within that split-second, she seriously reconsidered her initial course of action.

The impact sent her crashing into the shower’s controls. While dazed and confused, this was more like a love nibble when compared to what werewolves did amongst themselves. This is going to be fun.

“You are going to get—” Nikki said.

“To fuck up your other—” Julia said.

There came a sharp pain in her side. A jab that targeted her internal organs. That’s going to leave a bruise.

Julia spit up some blood and finished what she planned to say. “Foot…”

“You are going to gag on this,” Nikki said while stroking the oversized toy as a twisted smile fell upon those lips.

Suddenly, I miss that resting bitch face. Wait! What is that?

There was a mark on Nikki’s wrist. Those strokes were quick and unsurprisingly practised. She made out a heart outlined by a snake eating its own tail. That’s an ouroboros… Wait a minute! How in the fuck would I know that?

“Who’s going to make me?” Julia asked. “Going to need a lot more than these—”

Both swooped in, and Julia used their slower reaction times to manoeuvre out of the way. The end effect turned out better than she could have wished for. The biggest one landed a blow against the other. In the ensuing confusion, the one still standing tripped and fell on her ass.

Julia avoided showing off, because her reflexes were lightning fast. However, survival trumped exposure. Besides, this enraged them further. Won’t do much more than delay…

“Get her!” Nikki yelled, which did nothing to help them recover.

Julia distanced herself from the women and turned on each shower as she passed by. The handles were turned all the way to hot. If The Sisters ignored them, the shower room would fill with steam. That way, it might be harder to find me in the mist.

“Fuck her up!” Nikki yelled, as the first of her enforcers gained solid footing.

Nikki shrieked, a sign there was no talking about this. The voice was almost otherworldly, and that gave Julia a moment’s pause. That came straight out of a horror movie.

That was the opportunity the guard needed to strike. The baton struck the back of her neck and dulled her senses. While gifted with excellent hearing, Julia had been too focused on the threats before her to notice the guard’s return. I should’ve been quicker…

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

The blow left her unable to control her body. As adrenaline flooded her system, everything moved in slow motion, and the sounds were distorted.

“She’s mine—” Nikki screeched loud enough that her voice cut out.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Julia wondered who was pounding on a drum. As her head drew nearer to the tiled floor, the drums increased in both number and volume. The sound is almost tribal…

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Her chin hit the floor, slamming her jaw shut with her tongue in the way. Motherfucker! The last thing she remembered before her mind disconnected was an overpowering taste of blood…

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Julia’s eyes were heavy, like waking up with one hell of a hangover. Her head was pounding, and she was parched, which lent credence to the theory. How did I get plastered in prison?

As the blistered white paint came into focus, Julia formed an entirely new hypothesis. This was the prison hospital, and her hangover was a side effect of her brain bouncing around in her skull like a pinball. Better here than the morgue.

“She’s awake, Doctor,” the nurse said.

“Wh—” Julia said.

The intense pain that shot out from her tongue interrupted her. What the fuck was that?

“Be careful,” the doctor said. “We had to stitch up your tongue back together. Still, if you hadn’t triggered the smoke detectors, we might not be having this conversation.”

Had he warned her, Julia would have kept her mouth shut. Maybe? Pain radiated throughout her mouth and amplified the discomfort felt from that throbbing headache. At least there was no taste of iron in her mouth, so that was something.

“Let’s see how it’s healing,” the doctor directed.

Julia opened her mouth, and the doctor shone a light to investigate. She watched as his features went slack.

“You’re healing up…” the doctor said. “Nicely?”

Julia opted to remain silent. So far, she was the only patient here, and that made it harder for Nikki and her crew to get to her…at least, Not without faking a credible injury.

“Report to the warden that the patient will be fully recovered by the scheduled release date,” the doctor said.

“Wh—” Julia said, the pain reminding her once more to keep quiet.

This time, the pain was muted when compared to that earlier jolt. While rare, a potent full moon was known to increase their regenerative abilities.

“Oh,” the doctor said. “I forgot to mention. You will be released in three days. That’s one hell of a lawyer you have there.”

The smile that brightened Julia’s face faded away and was replaced by a look of utter stupefaction. Being released was great news. However, there was one snag… I don’t have a lawyer…

CHAPTER 2

INTO THE WILD

The blinding light forced Julia to squint. While the sunlight warmed her face, she was reminded of how long it had been since she basked in the sun.

“Get a move on,” a guard barked.

Julia complied, fearful they would drag her back inside. The call of the wild was growing by the hour, and being locked up in a fortress of concrete and steel would complicate matters.

The doors slammed shut behind her, but she dared not look back, let alone give them the finger like she wanted. To calm down, she closed her eyes and basked in the sun’s glory.

“Miss Black,” a feminine voice said.

Julia waited for her eyes to adjust. At first, there was an elongated silhouette shimmering in the heat. However, the shape and colour gained fidelity over time until she made out a well-dressed woman standing beside a black car with tinted windows.

“Oh great, the high-priced lawyer,” Julia muttered.

Even in blistering summer heat, Vivian was dressed smartly in an expensive wool suit. She appeared to be immune from the sun’s unwavering onslaught. In contrast, a bead of sweat was already rolling down Julia’s forehead.

“Yes?” Julia said while squinting to avoid using her name.

The lawyer’s demeanour did not change. She approached, those high heels kicking up dust. There was a black backpack in her hand that appeared to be new. It’s like she just bought it at the store.

“I apologise for taking so long to secure your release,” Vivian said.

“I told you to leave me alone,” Julia hissed.

The lawyer bit her lower lip while checking out Julia’s attire. Every item in her outfit was new to her. These were the only things that fit her from the donation box. She wore a pair of faded jeans that were rolled up because they were too long, a plain grey t-shirt, and a dark-green windbreaker that was two sizes too big. I’m wearing everything I own.

“I don’t follow directions from you, Miss Black,” Vivian said. “My client wished to see you released, and we went through a great deal of trouble to make it happen.”

Julia furrowed her brows and huffed. This whole situation reeked of freshly exuded cow patties. No one ever gave a fuck about her. So, why start now?

“You still can’t tell me who your client is?” Julia asked. “Can you?”

“I am not—” Vivian said.

“—at liberty to say,” Julia finished.

“However, they wanted you to have this,” Vivian said and brought the bag forward.

Julia looked over the backpack as though it were brimming with explosives. It was not in her nature to trust the system, and this lawyer was little more than an interchangeable cog. Just like the police officers who arrested her, the judge who sent her here, and the guards who gleefully spread their misery and jeer to the inmates within.

“What’s in it?” Julia asked.

“If I had to guess?” Vivian said. “Passport, driver’s licence, money in various currencies—”

“Wait! What?” Julia sputtered.

“—credit cards, burner phones, and a sealed letter addressed to you,” Vivian rhymed off mechanically.

Julia grabbed the backpack and was taken aback by the quality of it. Whoever bought the pack and its contents knew that Julia would not be loitering by the pool at a five-star hotel. The red waterproof liner crammed into the bottom-most pocket meant it would go anywhere she went. Red? Someone is fucking with me?

“Can we interest you for a ride in the city?” Vivian asked. “It’s quite the drive to get here.”

Julia focused on the treeline shimmering out in the distance. There was no wind, and the heat was oppressive, but she ached to heed the call. She felt it in her bones that this was the time to surrender to her instincts.

“No,” Julia said. “Thank you.”

“Very well,” Vivian said. “Oh. One last thing…”

“Yes?” Julia asked.

“My client wished me to pass on a message,” Vivian said. “When you feel strong enough, read the letter and join me.”

“What?” Julia said. “Find whom? How?”

As judged by the smirk on the lawyer’s face, this would be their last encounter. Vivian shrugged, turned around, and went back to the waiting car.

Julia shouldered the backpack, adjusted the straps, and set her eyes on the forest. The moon was full tonight, and Julia hoped she would turn for the first time in over a year.

Upon reaching the encroaching forest, Julia said, “I’m home.”

Julia focused on the crackling fire while thinking over her sins, as her mother would often say. The list was long, having had more than her fair share of sins and run-ins with the law. All of it started in her senior year of high school and hit rock bottom when she ended up living on the streets. Hardship builds character, her father would say.

Because of this experience, she knew this facility was worse than others. It stood as a relic to humanity’s brutal past. The health of the forests showed that the prison was remote, in an area of land nearly forgotten by humanity.

“Did that place even have a name?” Julia asked.

No guard or inmate ever used one. A nameless prison found in the middle of nowhere? That’s right out of a government conspiracy website.

That realisation sent a chill down her back. She scooted closer to the roaring fire to warm up. Julia established this camp while waiting for the moon to peek over the horizon. While babying the fire passed the time, it offered more than warmth in return.

Under normal circumstances, adult werewolves were in control of their faculties. However, it had been a while since she last changed, and Julia was unsure if that would hold true tonight.

“Moonlust…” Julia said absentmindedly while prodding the fire.

Her fears were not without merit. The moon’s draw was already clouding her judgement. She hoped the embers would guide her back to the camp in the morning. An aromatic beacon of sorts.

“I can’t lose this backpack,” Julia said while eyeing the pack leaned against the trunk she sat on.

“So, who is pulling the strings now?” Julia asked.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she slid the backpack to her feet and unclasped the top. She figured it had to be jam-packed with items. Which would explain the weight…

“Holy shit!” Julia exclaimed after spotting several rolls of cash.

Julia grabbed a roll, which was comprised one-hundred-dollar bills. Oddly enough, the notes were brown, and they had a plastic feel to them. Julia realised that this was foreign currency. At least it’s not Megalomaniac™ money.

“She may have been a bitch,” Julia said after unfolding a bill to get a better view of the moustached old white male. “But her supposition was bang on.”

There were bundles of passports, drivers’ licences, and associated credit cards. All of it corresponded with a roll of currency. She also found burner phones, what looked to be a satellite phone, chargers, and SIM cards. Does this mean I’m a secret agent now?

Julia was not surprised when the wind did not provide an answer. That type of supernatural bullshit was limited to the confines of her dreams.

“Who the fuck trusts me with all of this shit?” Julia asked.

At the bottom, Julia found a hunting knife with a blade sharp enough to shave with. She returned it to the backpack, intent on retrieving it in the morning. I don’t want to misplace any of this stuff…

There were various odds and ends crammed in the pouches and pockets. She found a water purification kit, poncho, first-aid kit, nail-care kit, and a toiletries kit. This would serve her well in an extended stay in the wild, or while crossing an urban area.

The outside pockets were stuffed with energy bars. To discourage curious animals from tearing the pack apart in search of snacks, Julia had to take precautions tonight.

“Thank god I have some rope—” Julia said after finding a bundle within the topmost flap.

She opened the pouch built into the flap and found a hard-covered notepad and pen. As judged by the fine print on the packaging, they were waterproof. That might come in handy where I will be going.

“I wonder what—” Julia said before noticing some text on the first page.

“If you ever need to bare your soul,” she said while reading the beautifully drawn block letters. Do I know anyone who writes like this?

As she returned the contents to the pouch, a folded envelope fell out from between the notebook’s pages. There were words written on the outside. What is this?

“Open when you’re ready,” Julia read out loud.

Despite being warned by the lawyer, those words caused her to swallow back her breath. She dropped the envelope before covering her mouth with both hands.

The wind pushed the envelope ever closer to the fire until she pinned it down with a boot. All the while, she was fighting back her tears.

“When will I ever?” Julia whispered…

A young buck approached the water with slow and deliberate steps. The velvet that covered his antlers was falling off in clumps. Soon it would be rutting season, but for the moment its instincts were tuned to different needs. The buck scanned the horizon for threats before stopping at the edge of the water, ever ready to bolt.

The light wind that rolled in from the water carried no hint of a threat. Its ears locked onto any stray sounds, but there was nothing that it would associate with danger.

Several tracks glowed in the silver light. The scents trapped therein were not fresh, human or otherwise. There was no reason for the buck to wave its white tail and run.

The buck lowered its head nearer to the water while remaining vigilant. When nearer to the bottom of the food chain, threats were plentiful.

Before its tongue touched the water, a solid mass of muscle and fur broke through the surface. The white teeth glowed in the moonlight until they buried themselves in the buck’s neck. A powerful snap rang out_, _breaking the neck before it cried out.

The attack spooked some birds who were settled in for the night. Their fevered flight through the sky created ghastly shadows upon the land. By the time their flapping faded in the distance, the water was pristine and calm.

Julia took in a measure of her surroundings. She tended to visit her island sanctuary during the day, but the moonless night draped everything in an inky darkness. Well, this is something new.

The forest was a hive of activity. Besides the trickling stream, there were croaking frogs, singing crickets, and bats echo-locating overhead. In the forest, they were never alone, especially at night. That’s why you should be terrified when it all goes silent.

“I can barely see the tip of my nose,” Julia said before looking up.

The tapestry of stars she sought was covered by a canopy of trees. The lack of light served to heighten her anxiety, and she needed to take deep breaths to compensate.

“Julia?” the wind asked.

Julia turned to face the wind. While her eyes adjusted to the low light, she caught flashes of colour dead ahead. The sight of fireflies never failed to put a smile upon her face. It reminded her of the hours she spent chasing them outside her childhood home.

The fireflies grew in number and frequency until the foreground basked in their light. They produced a fantastical display of colour, which Julia watched with glee.

Within minutes, she was in tears, and the show pushed away the weight of all of her woes. For the finale, the fireflies converged at two points and formed a set of piercing blue eyes.

“What—I’ve seen those before?” Julia asked.

The wind picked up with the force of a gale. The image before her disintegrated before her eyes. What did I do wrong?

“Julia…” the wind said.

“Fucking great,” Julia swore. “Even my dreams are disappointed in me.”

There was a cold spot along her spine, brought on by a light breeze. She guessed it was early morning, because it was rarely this quiet outside of twilight. Nature is still asleep.

“Must have been one hell of a night,” Julia said.

Julia rolled her tongue inside her mouth to build up saliva. After a hard swallow, the iron was muted. I guess it was a successful hunt last night.

She woke up cuddled up to the hind leg of what looked to be a deer. Her hunch was further confirmed after spotting a broken and bloodied antler about twenty paces away.

It came as no surprise that she was naked and covered in gore. That was the norm when one surrendered to the call. What else should I expect after prowling these woods as a predator?

“I’ve woken up in worse places,” Julia said, and immediately pictured several such instances in her mind.

Werewolves needed a lot of energy to turn, and a kill this size more than made up for it. On a night without a prey, she would have woken up with a severe case of the munchies. Those energy bars would’ve been little more than an appetiser.

Julia burped up some of last night’s meal. Disgusted by the aftertaste, she broke away from the carcass, because the last thing she wanted was seconds. Although, she had a burning desire to wash off all that caked-on viscera.

Her head popped up over the torn rib cage. There was a lake a rock-throw away. The water had a mirror finish, and she knew that it was going to be cold. It’ll be a bitch to find my campsite unless I wash up.

“Let’s get this over with,” Julia said as she stood up and got a magnificent view of the caked-on blood and gore. “Eww. This shit is sticking to me like crazy glue!”

Her first step was off balance, an occasional side effect of the metamorphosis. Last night, she had been a walking tower of muscles and fur. Now, she was half the height, and an eighth of the weight, so the mind needed to adjust to the disconnect.

On her approach to the shore, Julia realised the surface was covered in rocks. Every step was like stepping on one of those plastic interconnecting blocks she played with as a child. After months of living the soft life in prison, Julia was introduced to a whole new level of torment… All that time softened my calluses.

“You can do this,” Julia said when the water reached her knees.

Julia absolutely hated the transition between the comparatively warm air and the water. She loathed wading in until her shoulders were submerged. It was like slowly peeling away the world’s biggest adhesive bandage from sunburnt skin. So, after taking in several deep breaths, Julia stretched out her arms while working up the courage.

“Ready… Ready… Go!” Julia yelled.

She broke through the surface with her hands while her body grudgingly followed. Her wish came true the moment her head was enveloped by murky lake water. Cold!

The shock was only temporary and to further adjust Julia remained underwater, swimming over the rocky bottom. It would not be long until her lungs were burning. Nevertheless, she wanted to make the most of it.

Down here, all her concerns meant nothing. Air supply, depth, and the currents were refreshingly simple matters to fret over. However, no matter how alluring aquatic life appeared to be, it was purely transitory. When the urge to breathe could no longer be ignored, she swam toward the surface.

Julia came bursting out of the water and exclaimed, “Brisk!”

The morning air turned her skin to gooseflesh, but in spite of her chattering teeth, she enjoyed the experience. At least there are no perverts ashore looking for a cheap thrill.

Julia rubbed her skin vigorously and gave herself the once-over. She even checked under her boobs to confirm all that gore was washed away. Satisfied, she dove back into the water and surfaced further away to distance herself from that bloodstained water.

“I wonder where the camp is?” Julia asked.

Alone in the wild, Julia found the sound of her own voice comforting. Thinking back, she could not remember a moment where she had been so isolated.

“Living on the streets was not conducive to a solitary life,” Julia said. “Come to think of it, it also fucked with my inside voice filter. When you have no home, the world becomes your living room…”

This level of isolation was both a blessing and a curse. She had the freedom to do whatever she wanted but yearned for the hustle and bustle of human life. I spent months wishing to be alone, and now I’d settle for a spot on reality television…

“Heck, I’d kill to check my Bealzabook feed,” Julia added.

Sure enough, had her wish been granted, she would have yearned to be alone. Her mind worked like a pendulum, moving from one extreme to the other. I just want to get off this ride.

“Have I ever been?” Julia asked herself, but she came up blank. “Oh, that’s—”

A branch snapped out in the distance. She always associated the sound with human activity. Animals were rarely so careless or oblivious of their surroundings. Especially when predators are about—

“Shit!” Julia yelled and sank down to eye level in the water.

At the other end of the lake, she made out several fluorescent dots travelling through the woods. They were following one another in a single file. Backpackers?

“What are they doing there?” Julia asked through a stream of bubbles and adjusted her depth so her mouth would be clear of the water.

The foliage had retreated from the summer heat, giving her a clear view of the terrain. Even from here, the beaten-down terrain indicated…

“A trail!” Julia exclaimed.

Nearer, the sun brought out details of a long line of buoys on the water. These were not the kind used to denote a swimming area. They were large, highly visible, and impeded potential boat traffic. They effectively cleaved the lake in two. Why would they have something like that—

“The passports…” Julia said. “Wait! How the fuck did I end up so far north?”

CHAPTER 3

SELENE’S INFLUENCE

After the last hiker faded into the woods, Julia began her search for the camp. It took the better part of an hour to find it, with twenty minutes spent crossing a field of pine cones and dry needles. Everything was like she left it, except for damp clothes brought on by morning dew.

“Great,” Julia said. “This is going to take a while to dry.”

Julia made a fire to keep warm. She hung the clothes up a distance away to avoid that mesquite odour.

“An hour to kill,” Julia said. “Not a bad thing.”

Prison routines must have fucked with her head. While there was no way to track time here, nor guards to direct her, she felt the need to be somewhere.

“They normally escort us to the courtyard for some fresh air around this time,” Julia said.

Julia understood what it meant to be institutionalised. While some reacted violently to the mindless routine, Julia grudgingly thrived in such an environment. In a sea of chaos, stability was the anchor she had needed to weather the storm. That or hot showers and three meals a day is better than being cold and hungry on the winter streets.

“How to pass the time?” Julia asked.

A wry smile crept over her features as a fully formed idea popped into her head. It had been a while since she could really let go, and she was already dressed for the occasion.

“There’s no one around to tell me to be quiet…” Julia said.

Julia shouldered her backpack and slid her free arm through the remaining loop. She balanced it atop her back, adjusted the straps and fastened the clips. Even with a light pack, she would eventually end up sore unless the fit was right. I’ll need to adjust along the way.

“So where to?” Julia asked.

She was free to explore, assuming her werewolf side was dormant for another cycle. Julia could find her way back to the city, or search for some hamlet bordering the forest. There was plenty of cash in her backpack to cover her living expenses until she secured a job…

“Julia,” the wind said.

Julia pivoted in place to face the wind. No one was there, nor did the wind carry a scent. Strange. The wind normally spoke only in her dreams. Just what I need…

She bit the tip of her tongue and pushed through the pain until it overwhelmed her. The familiar throbbing served as a painful confirmation that she was awake. This development really forces me to question my sanity.

Could this be the afterlife? Heaven was sure to have nicer accommodations, and Hell would surely involve pikes and open flame.

“Come with me?” the wind asked.

The wind came from another bearing. She felt like a kid in a game of hide-and-seek, where everyone was better than her.

“Why is that voice familiar?” Julia asked herself, but the wind did not answer. “Great…thanks a lot.”

Julia had a view of the path beyond the lake. A lone hiker was working their way up the trail. The man wore a dark-blue jacket, with dark hair, and piercing…

“Way to let your imagination run wild,” Julia said sarcastically.

Those words did nothing to quell the urge to find out who was calling out to her. What do I have to lose?

“Fuck it,” Julia said. “It’s not like I have anywhere else to be.”

The terrain was treacherous and bogged down Julia’s advance. The lake turned out to be a minuscule portion of the ecosystem, which forced her to cut through a bog and swamps to get north.

She reached a clear-cut line that went on as far as the eye could see. With the buoys aligned with this clearing, Julia surmised this was a physical representation of an imaginary line on a map. Julia made a note to switch identities once she crossed the border.

“Lucky for me, this is not an official border crossing. They probably won’t let someone with a record through,” Julia said.

Other than the occasional hiker, there was nothing preventing her from going across. That made her anxious, because life rarely worked out in her favour. At least not without a lot of effort.

“Nothing at all?” Julia asked.

The expanse between the polar edges of the woods was covered with tall grass. There were animal tracks that cut through the field, but nothing bigger. Great, that means no vehicle patrols.

“I could wait—” Julia said and stopped when she experienced a familiar tug at her soul. “Shit!”

Julia was surprised how pronounced the pull was. This must be one hell of a moon!

Werewolves often changed once a month. Given that Julia woke up in the morning, she should have been in the clear. However, the moon and sun were not in sync, meaning the full moon was straddling two nights. That’s why the tide times change every day.

“Wait too long and lose my chance,” Julia said. “Get on that trail and someone gets hurt?”

Injury was likely if she waited closer to nightfall to cross. Was that true if she crossed the expanse now? This gives me time to get to the other side and find a spot to make camp.

“What are you waiting for?” the wind asked.

“Here I thought my step-mother was a nag…” Julia said grimly, before cutting through the grass.

Julia reached the edge of the trail. While the scents of humanity were pervasive, it differed from what she was accustomed to. There were no traces of aftershave, perfume, or subtle aromas like shampoo. All of it was overpowered by body odour. Humans’ au naturel…

“I’m not much better,” Julia mused, after marinating in her clothes all day. “At least I’ll fit in.”

If she guessed right, the differing combinations of scents meant she was several days away from a camp in either direction. Otherwise, some would smell noticeably better than others.

“What direction should I take? East or west?” Julia asked.

“Morning,” a tall silver-haired woman said while crossing Julia’s path.

Julia’s eyes darted toward the speaker before the rest of her followed suit. She had been so deep in thought that a group of women had snuck up on her. Way to let your guard down, Julia.

“…morning,” Julia replied softly while averting eye contact.

She glanced at the group, the first of which was the silver-haired woman. The second and third varied mostly on age. They both had straight brown hair, dark-chocolate eyes, and similar figures. Julia figured they were all related. I guess their fathers brought little to the table…

The awkward silence that permeated the air prompted the eldest to ask, “Are you lost?”

Julia snapped out of it and blinked several times. While those words were processed, she quirked her head to the side with a blank stare. She caught the scent of something that evoked memories of white vinegar, which in her experience meant someone was irritated or annoyed. For the moment, the odour was faint, and she could not identify the source.

“No,” Julia said. “Well, not really…”

The youngest woman at the back giggled, and Julia caught sight of pain in those brown eyes. Kaylee was quickly silenced by the icy stares of her elders as though the outburst had been inappropriate. However, Julia was not offended, because such a quirky answer encouraged that type of response.

“I’m just wandering through the woods with no destination in mind,” Julia added, hoping that the heat radiating from her cheeks was not brought on by blushing.

“So, you ended up here by chance?” the elder prodded.

“Is that not a thing?” Julia asked. How remote is this place?

“You’d be the first,” the elder replied dryly.

The elder stared at Julia with narrowed eyes. Wow! It seems like she can see right into my soul!

The scent of vinegar grew in prevalence. As a light breeze brushed past her cheeks, she was able to determine the source, being from Gwen and Amber respectively. While her haphazard behaviour may have warranted some caution, Julia was forced to wonder why they were reacting negatively to her presence.

“I’m Gwen. Right behind is my daughter, Amber. Last, but not least, is her daughter Kaylee,” Gwen said.

“I thought you were all related,” Julia said with a smile. “So, this is not your first time doing this?”

The question came naturally to Julia. She generally steered clear of strangers to avoid getting attached or hurt. The key to surviving life on the big-city streets was remaining invisible. Identifying features like tattoos had an inverse effect—they were unique and drew the eye. Like Nikki and that weird tattoo of hers.

“We’ve been doing this for years,” Gwen said. “Hiking portions of the trail when the weather is mild. This stretch is fairly remote and rugged, so we saved it for last. Kaylee is a semester away from getting her degree in civil engineering and we realised that it was now or never.”

Julia’s complexion paled as her blood pressure dropped. While the sound of her heartbeat dominated her thoughts, Julia wondered what triggered such an adverse reaction. I’ve been called every name in the book, threatened even, and I’ve never had it this bad.

This was a lot of information for Julia to take in. She was surprised they were so trusting, but there were few reasons to fear young women travelling alone. From their point of view, I’m the Little Red Riding Hood, but really, I’m the wolf.

“You must be proud,” Julia said.

She did her best to wear a warm smile, to conceal the effects of her anxiety. While the reasons evaded her, she guessed it was jealousy over Kaylee getting more than a rap sheet out of high school.

“We are…” Gwen and Amber said in unison.

That response appeared to be rehearsed. The way their voices trailed off after those two words implied there was a ‘But’ missing from the statement.

“She worked hard to get here and things are paying off…” Gwen added.

That last part must have crossed an invisible line. Kaylee went from blushing to shooting an icy glare at the matron. Julia made a note to avoid chatting about education or any recent stumbling blocks in Kaylee’s life. Wait…why do I feel better?

“That’s great…” Julia replied. “Looks like the weather is cooperating.”

“It is,” Amber replied. “Surprising. The seven-day outlook was all doom and gloom before we left.”

“Not that we are complaining,” Gwen said.

“Who would?” Julia asked.

A silence crept in, as Julia wore out their welcome. However, the women were too polite to say anything. While she was tempted to follow in their wake, Julia realised how weird that would be.

She was just about to open her mouth but caught something moving from out of the corner of her eye. A glance revealed the silhouette of a male hiker moving away from the group. He must have passed by, but everyone missed him entirely. I wonder why. Even from the back, he’s easy on the eyes.

As though sensing her stare, he turned and revealed those piercing blue eyes. She gasped softly, entranced by the sight of them. When she snapped out of it, she realised the women were staring at her. Ashamed, Julia’s face was feverish enough to boil an egg.

“I’m sorry. I got…lost in my thoughts,” Julia said.

“Are you okay?” Kaylee asked. “Why don’t you follow us for a bit?”

“I…I…actually—yeah. That would be great,” Julia said.

Gwen stiffened, pulling her shoulders back. At her side, Amber shot a cold look toward her daughter.

Julia mulled over her next words carefully. The wrong word or sentiment could derail the offer. The spike in odour that followed Kaylee’s offer meant they were not happy with Kaylee stepping out of line.

“As long as it’s fine with you?” Julia asked to gain favour.

“We’d welcome the company…” Gwen answered with a frown.

The first hour was spent with nary a spoken word. Julia blamed herself for the silent treatment, even if it was aimed directly at Kaylee. She realised she was intruding on the family outing, but a part of her craved the company. When the youngest fell back to break the ice, Julia smiled.

“We are three days east, north, west, or—of anything,” Kaylee said. “You look like someone who went on a jaunt through a city park.”

This was an insightful statement. While Julia had guessed they were several days out from an outpost, she did not realise how out of place a casual backpacker would appear this far out. She could only guess the elders had picked up on this anomaly and assumed the worst. They might have guessed that I came from the south under false pretences.

“I don’t own a car,” Julia replied, before realising that response failed on so many levels. “Actually, my father taught me to live off the land.”

The look on Kaylee’s face went from slack jawed and glassy eyed to a shit-eating grin. She must have crunched the numbers and knew something was missing from her equation.

“Really? Pack light and live off the land?” Kaylee asked.

“As in foraging for food, fishing, trapping, and hunting? Yeah,” Julia replied.

“You know a lot of those are illegal in these parts? Right?” Kaylee said before winking.

“I’ll make sure to omit those points when the question comes up again,” Julia said before winking in return.

“That’s pretty hardcore,” Kaylee said. “Not much of a margin for error.”

“At this time of year?” Julia asked. “I like my chances.”

“Really?” Kaylee said.

“The forest…feels…healthy here,” Julia replied.

This interaction of theirs was a blessed distraction. She had been desperate to connect with another. However, the clarion call of the wild would not be ignored for long.

“Wiccan?” Kaylee guessed. “Old-school druidic?”

“Something like that,” Julia replied.

“Sounds like there’s a story behind that?” Kaylee asked.

“That’s putting it…” Julia said as the call echoed through her head, “mildly.”

“Are you—” Kaylee was about to ask.

“I’m fine,” Julia answered quickly. “I’m sorry, but I need to part ways for a bit.”

They stopped dead in their tracks and turned toward Julia. She had to admit that being faced by three generations of a single family was intimidating. I wouldn’t want to piss them off!

“Do you have a map?” Gwen asked.

That question heightened her anxiety, because this could be used to confirm that she came from the south and might narrow it down to the prison. Until recently, only her step-mother could trigger it with such ease. Like I want Adrienne in my head.

“No,” Julia breathed. “Should I be on the watch for anything?”

For a moment, Julia saw Adrienne before her, as though she had returned from the grave. The same lanky woman who lived a hard life of substance abuse. The one who tormented her in life and was determined to do so from beyond. Just a glimpse at that shoulder-length black hair streaked with grey scares me.

“You just had to see him, you fucking whore,” Adrienne swore in Julia’s memory.

“Sorry,” Julia said.

Julia rubbed her eyes for a moment. As details took shape, she was rewarded by Gwen’s smile.

“I must have missed that,” Julia said.

“I said there’s a fork up ahead,” Gwen replied. “You’ll want to hang a right, because the other path takes you over the mountain.”

“Oh…” Julia said. “I’ll have to remember that. Think I’ll be able to catch up?”

The others turned to one another and somehow reached a non-verbal consensus. Julia knew there would be no opportunity to catch up. I’d rather not risk their safety by sticking around…

“No worries,” Julia said to save them the effort of finding an excuse. “Thank you for the company.”

Julia turned north and walked into a dense part of the forest. Within a minute, she was absorbed by the foliage.

From a distance, concealed by thick brush, a man caught sight of a young woman breaking away from the group. Through his binoculars, he noticed the light pack, jeans, and jacket.

He grinned after factoring in the target’s erratic behaviour. This one had it all, including inexperience and being loopy from the physical exertion.

“Perfect,” he said.

CHAPTER 4

THE PATH LEAST TRAVELLED

Julia lit a fire and fashioned a lean-to for the desired effect. I don’t need someone asking questions if they ever find this place.

She was hungry, and that hike took a lot out of her. With the help of a rock precariously perched atop a rabbit’s path, her supper was roasting over an open flame. The bunny may be a bit flat after the ordeal, but the meat was tender. It pays to make do with what one has.

“Had you weighed half a pound less,” Julia said, “you’d be resting comfortably in your den.”

Occasionally, she rotated her meal and used the opportunity to change her vantage point. During one of these changes, the hairs on the back of her neck went straight out. Carried on the breeze came the scent of burning brimstone, which she naturally associated with raw aggression. Julia was tempted to confront the threat, but showing her cards early had a tendency of backfiring… Well, often.

While pretending to focus on her supper, Julia closed her eyes and opened her mouth to improve hearing. The crackling fire was by far the most prevalent sound. There was also a squirrel foraging for—there! The source was large, bipedal, and surprisingly quiet. Someone must have followed me.

“Hello?” a man said.

Julia’s head snapped toward the voice. He’ll expect me to react this way. To add a hint of authenticity, she gripped her chest.

“Oh!” Julia yelped. “You scared me!”

“S-s-sorry,” the man replied.

This man belonged on the trail. He was well built, bearded, and dressed for the part. It had been a long time since she last saw a man out of uniform, and yet he still creeped the fuck out of her. It was the disconnect between his outward appearance and what her senses picked up from all that pent-up aggression. Humans unconsciously excreted pheromones, and while their minds rarely registered them, her sharp sense of smell did. Even the greatest con artist on Earth can’t control their scent.

The disconnect was so extreme that even a multi-year dry spell would not cloud her judgement. I’m not that desperate.

“What brings you off the beaten trail?” Julia asked.

“I-I ran out of water,” the man said, “and I’m fresh out of water purification tablets.”

A part of her wanted to call him out on his bullshit. She remembered the same excuse playing out in some movie. His lips were not cracked or bleeding, and his dewy skin glowed with health, but that might remain true if he just found out… Wait! Is he salivating? What is he getting excited about?

She could hazard a guess, which explained why he followed her in even though he was bound to meet up with someone on the trail. Like Gwen, Amber, and Kaylee. Julia could not be sure when the moon would rise over the horizon, but the urge could still be suppressed. So, a couple of hours? With some luck, I’ll be rid of him by then…

“There’s a stream further North,” Julia said. “The water is clear, but there is a hint of beaver.”

His practised smile melted away. The man hunched his shoulders, and Julia pictured in her mind pressing a needle into his over-inflated ego. You’d think that I just shot his dog with that kind of response.

“Okay,” the man said. “I’m John, by the way.”

“Julia,” she said curtly.

Her answer was another attempt to gauge his response. The man tensed up his jaw muscles, and the scent of aggression only increased. Julia was getting the idea that John was unaccustomed to women resisting his charm. I learned my lesson after dating about a half-a-dozen like him…

She returned her focus to her meal as a distraction, the one who should have taken a left turn at Albuquerque. She was certain that giving him one iota of attention would end badly for her.

“Well…” John replied. “Do you mind sharing your fire to boil some water?”

Had she neglected to mention the scent, he would have filled his canteen and left. She inadvertently gave him a reason to linger. That assumes he planned on leaving in the first place…

“Sure,” Julia said with a meek smile. “I’m not using a good twenty degrees around the fire.”

Once out of sight, Julia grabbed her knife and hid her pack away under some deadfall. Perhaps her impression of him was wrong, but that was no reason to lower her guard. Travelling alone does come with risk.

“Now that’s refreshing,” John said.

An interesting choice of words for water bubbling over a fire for half an hour. Julia despised the taste of boiled water, but it was better than giardiasis… Wait! How do I know that?

The longer he lingered, the more he confirmed her instincts. John made several attempts to flirt, signalling that he was ready to go, but playing into his game meant trouble. I’ve met more than my fair share of fucks like him.

The fire roared, and flames kissed the seared flesh. The radiating heat gave John an opening to remove his coat and unbutton his long-sleeve shirt. Beneath, he wore a white t-shirt, one thin enough for the tattoos to show through. He’s done time.

“You must have been parched,” Julia said.

“You bet,” John replied before leaning back and letting out a long and contented sigh.

There were notable tattoos along both his arms. She recognised the style… These were all courtesy of jailhouse artists and it would have taken time to get these done. So, this was not some day-tripper she was dealing with, and she was pretty sure one of them was gang related.

One caught her eye. It was an X-rated version of Ariel, the mermaid from that story by Hans Christian Andersen. The long tail, perky breasts, and wispy hair were all notable details of the work. The only thing that is missing is an anchor…

“How did you nab your supper?” John asked.

“Trap,” Julia said dryly.

“Really?” John confirmed. “I’ve heard of trap lines in the winter…”

Julia was not about to divulge any more than she already had. Certainly not that she knew where to lay traps because of the lingering scent over the path. The tufts of fur along the path merely confirmed her hunches.

“Call it…” Julia said, “woman’s intuition.”

That flirtatious smile faded from John’s face. Gone were the mannerisms of a prolific pick-up artist. They were replaced by a focused and uncomfortable stare. I wonder if he decided that my consent isn’t really needed…

“Speaking of which,” Julia said to bring things to a head, “I think supper’s ready.”

She grabbed the rabbit from the fire. The flesh sizzled, which sounded like music to her ears, and evoked memories of cooking bacon over a cast-iron skillet. She slipped out her knife and severed the hind quarter, cutting through flesh with ease.

“Want some?” Julia said, while holding onto the leg with her bare hands.

Julia could not describe the look on his face. Awestruck applied to those high brows and the slack jaw. There was also a hint of fear in those big, round eyes devoid of sentience. Perhaps he had a newfound respect for the way she handled a blade? Was that arousal associated with her high pain threshold? I once heard someone use the term scaroused…

“No?” Julia confirmed and took a chunk out of the leg and moaned. “More for me!”

“W-w-well,” John said, “I need to get back to the trail before it gets too dark.”

“Oh? So soon?” Julia said, as food dribbled from out of her mouth. If John thinks I’m rough around the edges now, just you wait…

“Yes,” John replied curtly. “I want to break the twenty-kilometre mark today before I make camp.”

“Are you headed east or west, David?” Julia asked.

“It’s Jack.” John replied before adding, “I’m travelling west.”

“Shame,” Julia said with a grin. “I’m headed east.”

“Like two ships in the night,” John said.

“Something like that,” Julia replied. Be careful, or you’ll end up running aground!

John ventured out toward the trail. He walked into the wind and as long as his scent was in the air, she knew where he was. He won’t live long if he tries to sneak up on me again.

“Was it Jack or John?” Julia asked, but no answer came. “Oh, well…more wascally wabbit for me.”

Sunlight filtered through Julia’s eyelids. She opened her eyes, expecting to be lying in some ditch, but was safely nestled away in her lean-to. Well, that’s a positive development.

She had regained a measure of control. Instead of lumbering about the forest on instinct, her human mind was asserting itself. That means no more waking up spooning a deer carcass.

Julia was covered in leaves and needles, and every attempt to brush them off failed. She figured the viscous liquid coating her skin was either honey or tree sap. I’ll need to rub my skin raw if this is tree sap.

“I bet the water is going to be glacial…” Julia said dryly.

Werewolves did not eat trees, and she was not hungry, so the substance was probably honey. Not like I have a clue where I ended up last night. Still, that’s true, then what did those bees ever do to me?

“I bet there is a seriously pissed-off colony looking for me,” Julia said.

With no audible signs of a swarm, Julia sighed. Regardless, she had no intention of tempting fate any further. They say Karma is a bitch…

“Well…” Julia said. “Time to give my ticker a workout…”

For breakfast, Julia ate a meal composed of leftover rabbit and freshly picked berries that were found nearby. Julia needed to stop for nuts, berries, and mushrooms. Too much meat in her diet would not end well for her.

“Ugh,” Julia said. “I’m going to block up hard…”

In between bites, Julia put on her damp clothes and readied her gear. This promised to be a beautiful day, as judged by the clear sky above and the vibrant energy of the forest.

She dragged her backpack closer and opened up the top. There was the envelope, which she picked up and read out the words over and over. The reasons for doing so evaded her, since Julia knew the words would not change. I can always hope.

“I’m the one who needs to change,” Julia whispered.

The more those words sunk in, the more her hands shook. She teared up, covered her eyes, and dropped the note. With the worst of the deluge of tears over, she blew her nose, and packed everything up, including the note she was not prepared to deal with.

“Time to hit the road,” Julia said. “East or west?”

A part of her wanted to travel to the east, given the omens were urging her to head that way. Besides, John was going the other way… Well, that was easy.

Julia walked for the better part of the morning. The silence was oppressive and served to remind her of how alone she was.

She very much wanted to catch up to the women. Sure, it would be awkward and required her to hike at a run, but there was an energy that she needed to experience first-hand. I could’ve learned a lot from them.

“Looking at their interactions reminds me of how much of a train wreck my life is…” Julia said.

Their interactions were an example of what a healthy or a healthier relationship could be. In retrospect, these thoughts would do precisely fuck all to help her cope, other than remind her that the grass was greener on the other side.

“Usually means the fields are fertilised with a lot of manure,” Julia told herself.

Deep in thought, Julia reached a fork in the trail. The right was well worn and clearly marked, but she carried on the left, down a path forgotten by time.

When the sun was a third of the way down the horizon, Julia realised her error. Although, hours of hiking without meeting up with another soul should have been a clue. She missed the path, all on account of being on autopilot, mindlessly putting one foot in front of the other.

“An easy hike, why avoid it?” Julia asked. “Oh, right…something about a mountain.”

Julia paused, adjusted her pack, and considered her next move. The first option was to keep going, conquer this mountain, and come out better for it… Or end up irrevocably broken…

“Yeah,” Julia said, loud enough to spook a chipmunk. “I’m a fucking werewolf, an apex predator. Who do I need to prove myself to?”

That question was a natural segue to the second option. She had the option of making camp and turning back at first light. Hours would be wasted, but she would steer clear of the place people warned her about.

“Ever the failure,” Adrienne said.

Julia turned around, quick as lightning, startling a nearby flock of birds. There stood the perfect rendition of her step-mother. Great, she even has that trademark sneer.

Julia could describe this wretch with her eyes closed. Slender frame, with small tits, and bad teeth. This was a woman who aged poorly on account of her drug addiction. Her hands were thin and veiny, and her black hair was streaked with silver. She had been a betty back in the day, but this fifty-year-old played the part of the evil step-mother flawlessly.

“You’re dead,” Julia countered softly.

“Just like your father…” Adrienne said and let those words soak in.

“That wasn’t my—” Julia replied after counting down from five to calm herself.

“Pathetic,” Adrienne said. “You should be the one in that grave.”

“I’m not the one who picked a fight with the harpy,” Julia said.

It was a low blow for Adrienne to bring up that dark day. Her father had gone after a naked woman who happened upon their clubhouse. Unbeknownst to them, they were dealing with a fallen angel, an unbelievably dangerous creature. His behaviour had been inexcusable, and Julia suspected that she would not have walked away from such an encounter. Not until they had their way with me.

Julia never even witnessed the fight. The women had been confined to the bar while the fight went on. Her memories of that night were at best fragmented, because Clara knocked her out while evacuating from the club.

“You’re a coward. The pack should have put you down,” Adrienne said.

“Stop it…” Julia said, weary from the constant bullying.

“What are you going to do about it, whore?” Adrienne taunted.

“I’m not a—” Julia retorted.

“Whore!” Adrienne repeated.

Julia saw red and pounced. She sailed through the air and passed right through Adrienne. Instead of making contact, she slammed face-first into the dirt.

“Fuck!” Julia swore.

She pounded the ground, succeeding only in making her fists sore. Although, imagining it to be that miserable woman’s face did balance things out. Worth it!

“The cunt! She still gets to me,” Julia swore.

Julia stood up and brushed off the excess dirt and looked off in the distance at the horizon. Daylight was running out, and it was high time she chose, but the idea of going back made her blood boil…

“Fuck it!” Julia swore. “Come at me, world!”

CHAPTER 5

MANY A YESTERDAY

Julia faced a steep incline that went up until it was swallowed by mist. She had seen something like this before, where mountains appeared to be floating atop a bed of clouds. Clearly, the world was up for my challenge.

“Great,” Julia said. “I should’ve taken the word mountain literally.”

There was a jumble of wood, rock, and topsoil up ahead. These were the remnants of a mudslide, and Julia did not dwell on the fluorescent rags waving lazily in the wind… I have enough ghosts to deal with.

“Well,” Julia said. “The soil’s dry and we have a clear sky.”

She figured venturing over that detritus would be foolhardy. There were sure to be voids, all liable to collapse under her weight. Probably a lot easier to scale an ice wall…

“So…” Julia said, as a plan formed in her mind. “Let’s go around the slide and then up. To think I could be in prison right now, enjoying my bunk…”

“Does this ever end?” Julia asked. “One thing I know, this sure as fuck isn’t the stairway to heaven!”

A glance confirmed she was deep within the mist. Being surrounded by ethereal clouds disconnected her mind from reality. It made it a challenge to keep track of time, progress, or elevation without visual markers.

This situation reminded her of driving in a fog, cruising through a flowing tapestry of white while going over uncertain terrain. The difference being that there was the distinct possibility of fucking up and ending up in freefall…

“Great,” Julia said.

She dug her foot into the cliff’s side. Once secure, Julia grabbed the branch of a lone pine and pulled herself up. This had been her strategy: climb parallel to the slide while using the vegetation as anchor points.

She spotted a coniferous tree, but this one was stunted, with a trunk shaped like a J. Certain she could make the jump, Julia adjusted her footing and leapt across the divide.

Julia latched onto a branch that strained from the motion of her descent. With the branch’s elasticity taxed, her momentum and mass were transferred to the trunk. However, she failed to account for the shallow roots, so the trunk followed her trajectory until the branch she hung from was pointing straight down. That’s just fucking…

“Peachy!” Julia yelled as chunks of dirt and rock rolled down the hill.

The fog made it impossible to determine the terrain below, or how far she would drop. Her mind was of no help and the last hour was all a blur. I’m pretty sure I’ll remember this particular tree…

To buy time, Julia rocked her legs back and forth. Even as the tree strained, she grabbed another branch to balance out her weight. Now I have a backup…which won’t help if those roots give out.

“Right,” Julia said. “Up?”

She pulled herself up with one arm before grabbing higher on the branch with the other. She repeated the process until both fists touched the trunk. Ignore that creaking. The sounds became more pronounced with that thought. Really?

It was high time she got on that trunk. Julia tightened her grip before shooting her legs and torso straight up. I can’t believe this is the type of shit I pulled as a kid!

When her thighs were over the top. Julia used gravity to her advantage, easing herself down onto the trunk. This position was precarious at best, and every move caused more dirt to roll down the hill. Better than dangling over the abyss!

“Clear all the way,” Julia said. “Except for that last hump.”

A crack echoed against the cliff face, taking any careful planning out of the equation. This tree is about to come tumbling down!

“Fuck!” Julia swore.

Without time to dwell on the consequence, Julia planted her feet flat on the trunk and ran. Had she thought it through, her anxiety would have flared up, forcing her to question every move. With every step, the straight part of the trunk dropped a degree, ever closer to matching the cliff’s incline. She lunged over the topmost part of the J as the roots tore free. Hope this works!

Julia cleared the roots and slammed into a spot of loose soil. As the dust settled, she was nestled on what used to be the network of roots.

“That could have gone better,” Julia quipped, while her heart struggled to break free from her chest.

After controlled breathing exercises, she made out a dull steel line that stretched out along the top edge of the cliff. Julia recognised it as guardrails that were commonly found along the roadside.

“I need a minute,” Julia said.

She removed her pack and sunk into the soft earth. Intent aside, it ended up being more than a minute.

Julia grabbed the guard rail and vaulted over top. The road appeared to be in rough shape, with several visible spots covered in grass and dirt. I’m not getting the complete picture…

“This doesn’t look right,” Julia said.

The wind picked up, and the mist dissipated, revealing details of the mountaintop. The road was not actually in poor condition, so much as merged with the original terrain. Forty paces away, the curb and road disappeared into a knoll, only to reappear intact on the other end.

Further ahead, there were the iconic domes she associated with observatories. By themselves these were a rare find, but the dead trees protruding through the domes made these a unique sight. The vegetation had not grown out from the ruins of the buildings, so much as occupied the same physical space.

“Fused…” Julia said.

She thought back to the events surrounding the night of her father’s death. There was no official name for this phenomenon, nor were there any viable theories as to the cause. That was the day the world experienced a hiccup, integrating elements of what could have been into this existence.

In some instances, people who died were found walking the Earth. They were unaware of their death and had clear memories of a life that went on for months, or years, after they were declared dead.

There were demolished buildings that were found combined with constructions built to replace them. While a global event, some cities were spared, while others were rendered uninhabitable.

“Why is this place not a tourist attraction?” Julia asked.

That assumed anyone even knew this place existed. This site might not be from this timeline. Not so much abandoned as undiscovered.

The wind dragged a broken pine branch across the pavement. Julia shivered and turned back to the sight of a crepuscular sky. Shit! I need time to find shelter.

“At least the observatory puts a roof over my head,” Julia said.

The nearest observatory appeared to be in good shape. It had only been a couple of years since the event, so signs of neglect like rust and fading colours were not readily apparent.

Julia circled the dome until she came across a door atop a set of stairs. Her cynical nature questioned why she should even try the door. That would be too easy…

“Fuck,” Julia swore as the door opened without resistance. “Gotta win sometime. Right?”

Julia propped open the door with a big rock. The sun was fading fast, and she needed to light a fire. However, she did not expect to be standing on piles of rocks and dirt. The inside reminded her of a bio-dome, but everything inside was dead.

There was a disturbing amount of fusion between nature and the structure. The telescope was impaled by a tree, while the base was a combination of rock and steel. Consoles and decks were absorbed by the terrain and reappeared at random intervals. Nothing flows in here; it’s purely chaotic.

As a precaution, she ventured deeper into the observatory using the natural terrain. The decks might have been compromised by the merger, but the mountain was not going anywhere.

Opposing the door, there was a small tree that cut through the dome. Julia wiggled the trunk, and it gave way. Without water or nutrients, the wood was bone dry. This will burn nicely.

“Yes!” Julia exclaimed. “That will work as a chimney.”

Julia collected anything else that might burn and kneeled down to light a fire.

“Better be quick,” Julia said.

“Frank! (Come check this out),” a female voice yelled.

That voice echoed throughout the observatory and roused Julia from a deep sleep. Her muscles and spine were stiff, resisting any movement, and was instantly aware that the pain would linger for the next day or so.

“Wha—” Julia asked.

The only thing within sight was the dying embers of the fire. She was thankful for the breeze, otherwise, it would explain the hallucinations brought on by carbon monoxide poisoning. If that were true, I’d be sleeping for eternity…

Nothing had changed from the time she plopped her weary body onto a thick bed of dry grass. Satisfied that the sound must have originated from a dream, she relaxed and closed her eyes.

Julia was just about to check out when it happened again. A series of footsteps passed right by her. However, the metal decks nearby were buried beneath the original terrain.

“You’ve got to be kidd—” Julia lamented.

“Are you sure (the data’s correct)?” a male voice confirmed.

Another scan of the area confirmed once more that there was nothing. Certainly, nothing that could make such sounds with such clarity. That probably explained why people avoided this place. When the two realities were merged, the hiccup created echoes of alternate events. Like a ghost reliving the last moments of its life…over and over…

After some random keystrokes on a keyboard, the woman replied, “(I’m) certain. (I) checked (the data three times.) (The numbers) are solid.”

“So (you’re) saying (that)—” the male voice said.

“That you should both shut the fuck up!” Julia snapped.

“(It’s all here. There are) several burst transmissions (originating from) outside (our) solar system. (Additionally, the phase) shift can only (be explained by a) decelerating platform,” the woman answered.

Julia threw her hands into the air and sighed. Why could they not be having some hot and heavy sex instead? That might at least get me in the mood…

“(How) long (has this been) going on?” the male voice asked.

“(These records go) as far back (as this station has been) operational,” the woman said.

“God!” Julia shouted.

“Am I (reading this right)—” the man said.

“When will—” Julia added.

“You are. (Object separation occurred) at (this point). (With one decelerating and) disappearing behind the moon. (The other maintained course and speed,)” the woman replied.

“—this end?” Julia grunted.

Annoyed, Julia clenched her jaw and pounded against the exterior wall. The impact resonated throughout like a demented gong and succeeded only in making her ears ring.

“Stupid,” Julia whined.

“(The object) passed by and used our sun for a gravity-assisted manoeuvre…” the woman said.

Julia was no longer listening. She held her hands against her ears for several minutes. All the while, she hummed a lullaby until her anger waned. When she uncovered her ears, sweet silence greeted her, and sleep beckoned.

“Well…now I know,” Julia said. “Those echoes fucking suck.”

Julia had been interrupted another three times last night. She expected they were from different voices and eras, but there was never enough context to be certain. Julia had to lie there with bloodshot eyes as snippets of a conversation went on. Why can’t they just shut up?

Julia’s feet were dragging, and her heart raced. While adrenaline would fuel her throughout the day, the bill would eventually come due. It’s a bitch just to get my ass in gear…

After an enormous yawn, Julia shook her head to clear out the cobwebs. She followed the well-marked road, even while it was concealed by the terrain. I love going downhill!

“My next stop will be a long way from here,” Julia said.

There were other observatories along her way, and this one had the dome door open. While curious, the idea of encountering more of those echoes soured the contents of her stomach. She needed to get off this oversized mole hill, find food, and get some sleep.

“At least I won’t have to worry about my alter ego for a while,” Julia said.

She loved being a werewolf, embracing her wild side, and becoming one with nature. Julia had been so much more at peace with herself as a werewolf than…

“Or I did love being a werewolf…once,” Julia whispered.

Without the camaraderie, being a werewolf lost its allure. It was difficult to ignore that this was a curse, a burden that prevented her from integrating with society.

“Werewolves don’t do nine-to-five jobs,” Julia said.

If not for the call of the wild, she might still be gabbing with Kaylee. Before prison, the idea of spending time in the human world would have filled her with an intense desire to vomit.

“Now,” Julia said, “I wonder if I could make it work—”

“Julia,” the wind said.

She turned toward the wind and ran into a thick patch of bramble. Before her, there was a wall of thorns and gnarly branches. Julia backed away but caught light reflecting from deeper in the woods.

“I wonder what it could be?” Julia asked, but the wind would not volunteer a response. Why is it always for you to know and for me to find out?

She fought her way through the bramble and sighed in relief when she broke through. There was a stone building hidden by the surrounding trees. The rounded windows, stained glass, and pointy roof were all fairly common for a—

“Chapel?” Julia asked. Why would this be up here?

Compared to the observatories, the chapel was weathered. The paint was flaking from the trim and doors, and the windows were nearly opaque from grime. Most telling was the green roof, brought on by deadfall and moss.

“This place needs a bit of love,” Julia said.

Julia found a door opposing a large stained-glass window. She turned the doorknob gingerly, but the door dislodged entirely from its frame.

“Great,” Julia said. “That’s a win. I won’t need to pick the lock…”

She leaned the door against the wall and let herself in. The place was empty, except for a couple of pews riddled with hatchet marks. The scorch marks in the centre of the chapel floor were marked by a ring of rocks. They must have burned whatever was left behind.

The place had a distinct odour of mildew and incense. The latter was intensely familiar, despite Julia having no memory of ever stepping into a church before. Her father was never one for religion, because none were open to humanity taking second place.

“May the Lord be with you,” a soft voice said.

“And also with you,” Julia replied absentmindedly. “What the—”

Julia covered her mouth, suddenly worried about swearing in a house of God. How did she know enough about the conventions to form a coherent reply?

“Lift up your hearts,” the soft voice said.

“We lift them up—” Julia replied.

“We lift them up to the Lord,” said a mass of voices surrounding her.

Being in the presence of such a powerful echo overwhelmed Julia. She gasped and covered her mouth, as her eyes darted from point to point in the chapel. Before the manifestations could continue, she was out the door, running without pause until she tripped on a root.

“Fuck,” Julia said after spitting out a bunch of dirt.

She wiped herself off once certain she was alone. However, a song was carried by the wind. It was soft and melodious, the sound of a dozen men singing a Latin hymn. Why does this—

“Are you okay, honey?” her mother said in a soft voice.

A flash of light blinded her, and once the purple haze cleared up, she found herself in the presence of an angel. In her mind’s eye, her mother’s beauty was unrivalled throughout all of existence.

“Momma?” Julia asked.

Her mother smiled before placing a finger against those soft lips. It reminded Julia just how much she loved her mother’s kisses. I really miss her.

Her mother pointed toward the altar. This church was old and grand, and she gawked at all that bright white paint. Even the statue of the Virgin Mary glowed in the light. Wow! I can also taste the incense in the air…

“It’ll be over soon,” her mother whispered as the world faded to black.

Julia opened her eyes. She was back in the woods, with only the wind to keep her company.

“How did I forget?” Julia asked.

“Julia,” the wind called out, which was decidedly not an answer.

“Yeah, yeah,” Julia said before spitting out more dirt. “Gross!”

CHAPTER 6

ON DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES

Julia reached the base of the mountain, relieved that the echoes did not pursue her. Covered in grime and sweat, Julia washed off in a spring. Alas, the once pristine waters were muddied by the time she stepped out. My hair actually hurt as I washed it!

While clean, being in the deep woods negated the opportunity to dry off in the sun. Julia made a fire to warm up and dry her clothes. Meanwhile, she focused on warm thoughts while droplets rolled down her forehead.

“Worth it,” Julia said through chattering teeth.

She grabbed an energy bar from her pack. It would have to hold her over until she found something more substantial. Fortunately, the bushes nearby were laden with berries, which would supplement her limited diet.

“What a shame that there were no fish in that spring,” Julia said.

Her mind latched on to a childhood memory of fishing for rainbow trout. Her father preferred preying on unsuspecting fish with a knife or spear. It had taken her several attempts to make her first catch, but she seldom missed nowadays.

The memory of that fish made her mouth water and reminded her that the energy bar tasted like chalk. While hungry, she was not about to walk around these woods stark naked. Foraging increased the chances of nicking something sensitive… Not to mention the bug bites.

She forced down her bar and eyed the envelope in her pack. The temptation to open it was there, but her anxiety rose to critical levels. Why can’t I face this?

Julia closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Her heart rate tapered off along with the pressure building up along her forehead. As a precaution, she continued on with the exercises until she transitioned to a soft snore.

Julia leaned back against the island’s lone tree. This place really helped me through some awful moments.

“This is beginning to be a habit,” Julia said.

She found a pebble with a flat surface. With a skilled flick of the wrist, the pebble spun through the air and bounced three times before sinking.

“I spent hours trying to get that flick just right,” Julia said.

The wind picked up as she grabbed another pebble. She sighed, unimpressed at having this moment of levity cut short. It never changes…life never fails to interrupt.

“How was your weekend?” the wind asked.

The wind’s voice differed from the norm. This one had feminine overtones and was distinctively familiar, but her mind could not conjure up an image of the speaker.

“What are you talking about?” Julia asked.

“Must have been a good one,” the wind replied, and once again the voice changed.

This was another feminine voice, and just as familiar. The sound of which evoked the image of a curly red-haired teen. Images of a short plaid skirt, white blouse, and a maroon sweater flashed into her mind. A uniform?

“Must have,” the first voice added. “If J can’t remember the weekend. (It must) have been one hell of a party.”

There was a powerful sense of déjà vu that fuelled her curiosity. Let’s play along and see where this leads…

“You know me,” Julia said. “Ever the wild child.”

There was a long pause, which left her to wonder if she was about to wake. However, this dream was not quite done with her.

“Quit kidding around,” the redhead said.

A distinctive scent of perfume wafted her way. That was the clue Julia needed to put it all together. This is more substantial than a dream.

Julia rubbed her eyes before opening them again and found herself surrounded by white cinder blocks and colourful steel lockers. A casual glance told her this was a run-of-the-mill high school hallway. Well, except for the school uniforms.

Madison stood before her, the shapely redhead who played in the school band. Her threadbare backpack was always overborne with course work. As a member of the poorest family in town, Julia often wondered how she could afford that violin.

Next was Taylor, the tall, gangly blonde. She would have made a skilled basketball player if she ever had the inclination to try out for the team. Julia thought of her as mousey, which was a compliment in her books. None of us are trying to fuck others over to move up the social ladder.

“Are you trying to get in with the cool kids?” Taylor asked.

The sarcasm was nearly imperceptible and only her friends could pick up on it. Her mastery of double entendres was known to land Taylor in hot water with the adults.

“Of course not,” Madison said. “If anyone is going to ditch you two for some jock…or cheerleader, it’ll be me.”

Julia could not help but giggle. The three of them had been inseparable in high school. Their friendship worked to their benefit, because no one else would give them the time of day. How did I forget about the uniforms? Wait! Why would I forget about my friends?

“Besides,” Madison added, “J was either busy with her church group, or busy re-reading her bible.”

That revelation threw Julia for a loop, causing her to blink repeatedly upon hearing those words. It appeared as though her neurons were firing off randomly, overwhelmed by the inability to accept this information as fact.

She never saw herself as pious, at least not while coexisting with her father. The thought of being involved in some church group or reading the bible struck her as a badly written fiction. Who am I to talk? I couldn’t remember going to church…

“Never enough bible time for our girl,” Taylor teased.

Julia was about to reply, but footsteps approached from behind. Afraid it was faculty, she turned around. A young man walked by with a tool bag in hand and these deep-blue eyes.

“Wow…” Julia whispered.

The man looked up and smiled. Blood flushed to Julia’s cheeks and an awkward smile fell upon her lips. She focused on those eyes, to the exclusion of all else.

“Who’s that?” Taylor asked after he turned a corner.

“Dunno,” Julia managed after remembering to breathe.

At a glance, her friends were also flustered. That was odd, because Julia did not describe herself as a sucker for pretty eyes. Nor are they.

“(He) graduated last year,” Madison answered.

“Really?” Julia and Taylor asked in unison.

“Yeah…” Madison said with a distant stare. “Sorry. Did I say something?”

The girls laughed. It was a better response than crying, which would surely get noticed by the staff. Tears were not desirable for empowered women.

“I’m going to marry that man,” Madison said.

While Taylor giggled at those words. Julia was seething in silence. Madison’s smirk did nothing to temper that tempest of emotions brewing within.

“What the fuck was that?” Julia asked.

The fire had burned down to embers. While dry, her skin was entirely covered in gooseflesh. After accounting for the damp hair, Julia realised time did not stand still while she dozed.

“Great,” Julia said. “What now?”

Julia checked her clothes, but only the underwear was dry enough to wear. The rest would dry off in time. At least the girls won’t be getting in the way.

“I wish my clothes were dry,” Julia whined.

She searched for deadfall to get the fire roaring again. That would give her enough time to shake loose some cobwebs from her mind before going for those berries. It’ll give me more time to dry off the rest of my outfit.

Ever since going off the beaten path, she had been assaulted by hallucinations. The sight of her step-mother was reason enough to cut and run. Few who met Adrienne would have called her response an overreaction. Not after learning that bitch tried to scalp me…that moniker doesn’t begin to describe that woman.

While the fire roared, Julia checked the traps and found a squirrel. It was barely a meal, but it was nevertheless a welcome change from another energy bar.

“Berries and squirrels are part of my complete breakfast,” Julia said grimly.

Julia gave her campsite a once-over and kicked off. If she was right, the main trail was nearby, but she was unsure on the precise heading to take. However, she knew for certain that hikers’ scents would act like a homing beacon. Just follow my nose!

Despite being weary from a poor night’s sleep, Julia was comforted by the idea of meeting up with people. Perhaps a bit of company will keep me from dredging any more of these long-buried memories?

“Like those blue eyes,” Julia said softly and immediately regretted saying so.

Why were those eyes haunting her so? She swore they could peer into the depths of her soul. Yet, until she embarked on this journey of self-discovery, Julia had forgotten all about them. Why?

That question applied to every detail that floated to the surface so far. Why block out memories of attending church groups while younger? Why would she forget attending a private school? None of these appeared to be traumatic enough to bury.

Prior to these memories, Julia had no fond memories of school. She dreaded going, often skipped class, and they expelled her three months before graduation. She had no memory of having friends, let alone two girls who were stronger as a group because of their differences.

“Why can’t I fucking remember?” Julia asked.

“Julia,” the wind whispered.

“Like that’s fucking helpful!” Julia yelled.

Julia slowed her advance when a sharp pain centred on her shins became impossible to ignore. Whenever a foot came into contact with the dusty path, a jolt of pain shot through to the rest of her body.

This was her first time suffering from shin splints. Her punishment for walking at a high pace for too long. Julia vowed to avoid them at all costs, and if it returned, she would seriously rethink this journey… Even if the wind, ghosts, or even a fucking goddess tries to tell me otherwise.

Slowing down eased the strain but only diminished the intensity. She stopped to lean against a tree and stretched out her legs. I won’t be able to take much more of this otherwise.

She remained on edge, as though expecting a fresh round of torment. So far, so—

“Excuse me?” a male voice asked.

While distant, that voice made her flinch. On instinct, Julia dropped to her hands and knees to hide behind the prevailing vegetation. That bastard will not get the jump on me.

“Yes?” a woman asked in return.

“I’m sorry to ask, but I’ve run out of water…” John said.

“That fuck…” Julia swore under her breath.

It took a moment for Julia to find the source, but she spotted them three hundred paces away on a parallel path. There was a lone female hiker, and a man who should be far away from here. My ass you were going west.

“Only corpses lie with such ease,” Julia whispered.

Superstitious, she worried that calling out a vampire might conjure one up. Still, she preferred the idea of dealing with a blood-sucking vampire than meeting up with John again. I can’t let him dig his claws in her.

Julia waited for the distance between them to grow before cutting through the vegetation. On the main path, she caught the scent of the woman, a soured body odour that became more pronounced as she approached. Julia could not be certain but guessed that stress, brought on by John, was the cause. At least her instincts are dead on.

Instincts aside, getting rid of John posed a significant challenge. He would not be so easily dissuaded this time, especially if the hiker backed him up. So, I need to spoil this for him.

By the sounds of it, the woman was pretty much reacting like Julia did. That realisation had a sobering effect on her. It was like waking up from a night of binge drinking and finding yourself in the drunk tank. Like having a hangover isn’t bad enough…

“Don’t worry,” Julia said after a plan coalesced in her mind. “I have your back.”

With the pack watching her back, Julia would have snuck up on John and sliced his throat. It was bloody, but it was also final and there were plenty of ways to dispose of bodies. Most of which involve the digestive tract.

Given her recent stint in prison, illegally entering the country, and assuming a false identity, Julia suspected the direct route meant trouble. It was time to get creative, and that implied cunning, stealth… And a lot of patience…

“Great,” Julia whispered when they moved off the trail to make camp.

“I’m Julien,” John said.

“(I’m) Michelle,” the hiker replied.

Julia did not have long to act, but still needed an effective distraction. However, showing up with a large knife would reasonably freak Michelle out. Her mind went over several options, but every plan ended up with Michelle running into the woods screeching for help. Wait! Is that the sound of running water? Perfect!

Julia looped a strip of bark through the wound of an impaled fish and sheathed her knife. With a distraction in hand, she worked her way upstream until she was within earshot of the camp. I’ll need some sort of opening.

“Doing this all by yourself?” John asked.

“(Yes,) I wanted to challenge myself,” Michelle replied.

“That’s pretty brave,” John said.

The high-pitched whine of propane flowing to the burners caught her attention. She imagined they were boiling water from the creek, like she had done for him. Clearly, she’s better prepared for this hike than I am.

“Why?” Michelle asked.

Someone was rummaging through their pack, and Julia suspected John was about to act. He was clearly a liar, and the tattoos gave her enough insight into his past to assume he had bad intentions. Even though outwardly he had done nothing to threaten her outright, Julia’s instincts rarely lied to her—and her instincts said John was a predator. Julia transitioned to a run, relying on her natural dexterity to navigate the rough terrain. Please, oh please, oh please…

“Taking a big risk—” John said.

“Thank god,” Julia said while bursting through the woods. “Can you help—”

The look on their faces were priceless. John went pale as a ghost, with wide eyes and a half-open mouth. Whereas Michelle’s eyes rolled up toward the sky, as though her prayers were answered. He’s worse than that drunk patron who won’t stop hitting on you.

“I saw you take the fork,” John said.

Michelle furrowed her brow and shot a curious glance at John. It was one thing to meet someone on this trail, but that response had the hallmarks of stalking. There’s no such thing as light stalking.

“I did,” Julia replied while doing her best to hide her disgust for being too distracted to notice she was being followed. “I thought you were heading west…John? Jack? Or is it David?”

The mention of all those names, none of which matched the name he provided her, caused Michelle’s eyes to open wide while her lower lip whitened from the strain. In response, Michelle grabbed her pack and put some distance between them. Funny, no one thought to bring up the fish dangling from a ring of bark.

“Well,” John said. “(It’s) high time I hit the road.”

“So late?” Julia asked and mimicked a pout.

“Plenty of sunlight left in the day,” John said. “Lots of pent-up energy to burn.”

“I hear swimming laps in cold water helps with that,” Julia said. She turned to face Michelle and asked, “Hungry?”

“Starving,” Michelle answered.

She noted that Michelle’s voice oozed with confidence. The hiker must have fed off Julia’s bravado, to make a show of force.

“How did you catch that?” Michelle asked while keeping a lookout.

“I made a spear using my knife and a stick. Dad taught me to fish when I was still wearing dresses,” Julia said. “That and how to hunt big game.”

By the time she uttered that last word, John was taking long strides down the trail. To account for the growing distance between them, she raised her voice accordingly, but he would not bite.

“Thank you,” Michelle whispered, while exaggerating the movements of her lips. “I couldn’t figure out why, but that guy was giving me the creeps.”

“Us girls need to stick together,” Julia said.

While Julia wore a smile, she watched all that worry etched on Michelle’s face melt away. Step one…

CHAPTER 7

WAYPOINT

Julia cooked up two steaming fillets of trout. For presentation, she served them atop a sheet of birch covered in fresh leaves. I wasn’t about to start rummaging through her things for a plate.

“You should eat,” Julia said after placing the plate near Michelle.

Famished, Julia had no trouble breaking apart the fish with her bare hands and popping the pieces into her mouth. This catch had an earthy flavour, which she expected from river trout. Hunger overshadowed such concerns, along with other trivial notions, like table manners.

After a couple of bites, Julia realised Michelle’s breathing was slow and she was staring out into the forest. This was uncharted territory for Julia, because empathy was never a priority for the pack. Werewolves smash, and we never deal with the fallout…

“Michelle,” Julia said while snapping her fingers repeatedly.

Michelle blinked three times before taking a deep breath. She focused on Julia, smiled, and set her eyes on the fish. That’s a positive development.

Julia wondered if there was a hint of hesitation in those eyes. However, Michelle grabbed the leaves, wrapped them around the fillet and ate it like a tortilla. Why didn’t I think of that?

They ate their meals in silence and burned what remained. The lingering scent of fish oil would attract vermin and Julia did not want to confuse scavengers looking for an easy meal with a man who was likely stalking them. Michelle smiled briefly and covered her mouth prior to letting out a loud belch.

“Excuse me,” Michelle said. “I’m normally a strict vegan, but I needed that…thank you.”

Julia questioned why a vegan would take on such a challenge. While such feats were possible in tropical areas, nothing grew out here for most of the year. You can’t survive on lichen and tree moss alone.

“I can’t stay,” Michelle said.

“Time to move on?” Julia confirmed.

She noted that the sun was getting scarce. Travelling in the same direction as John would be a risky move.

“No, I’m done,” Michelle said as her eyes teared up.

Julia pushed herself from off the tree and sat at Michelle’s side. She hoped her proximity would provide a measure of comfort and stem the tide. However, the hiker broke out in tears and reached out for Julia.

This was a role reversal, because she was the one in tears normally. In theory she knew what to do, but she had never had the opportunity to repay the kindness. It was time for Julia to show compassion for another…human.

“How could I have been—” Michelle sobbed.

“Shhhh,” Julia replied, and suspected what she had to say would sound like a load of bullshit. “This has nothing to do with you. Predators come in all shapes and sizes, and they don’t come with warning labels.”

Julia had to be careful about what to say next. What she divulged on her experiences with John might end up in a police report. That would lead investigators to scrutinise her involvement. Like they won’t do a detailed background check on me…

“But—” Michelle said.

Julia squeezed Michelle’s hand before interrupting. “Give it time, your mind will put the pieces together. Eventually, you’ll see how this was his plan all along.”

“That’s not right!” Michelle yelled.

“Life rarely is…” Julia replied softly.

“Are you sure?” Michelle asked.

Twenty minutes ago, Michelle was ready to leave everything behind to speed things along. Julia convinced her otherwise, using the pretence of respecting the environment. Secretly, Julia worried Michelle would later regret the decision to abandon all this posh gear.

The waypoint was a settlement that skirted this trail system. It featured road access, camp sites, accommodations, restaurants, and even a general store. Julia smiled at the thought of getting a major upgrade in gear.

“I’m sure,” Julia replied. “I’m glad to help.”

“Thank…” Michelle said. “Thank…you.”

Their journey began after sunset, fortunately the waning gibbous moon provided plenty of light. For Julia that was more than enough, but she needed to consider Michelle’s ability to see at night. We just need to—

“Stop,” Julia said after sighting a monster-sized flashlight. “White light fucks with our night vision.”

“Why…” Michelle said. “Right…”

“Follow my lead,” Julia said. “Stay close, and we’ll be fine.”

“What if—” Michelle said. “What if he shows up?”

“He won’t,” Julia lied.

Michelle nodded, and Julia concealed a sigh of relief. The last thing she needed was Michelle running off in panic…alone…

They hiked with Julia in the lead. Occasionally, something would stir, disturbing the foliage, or make a stray sound. In a world devoid of light, the mind focused on the senses that remained. Toss in a smidge of imagination, and one had the means of conjuring something from a nightmare. It doesn’t help that someone may actually be stalking us…

Every time, Julia calmly explained the source, be it a raccoon scurrying about, or some squirrel warning off a foe. While Michelle kept moving, she never strayed more than ten paces behind Julia.

Julia was thankful for having a connection with the wilds. Few humans communed with nature, fewer still were an integral part of its ecosystem. Michelle doesn’t strike me as someone who’s one with nature.

The waypoint’s lights grew bright over the horizon. While Julia was disappointed the stars were fading from the glittery tapestry in the sky, Michelle visibly relaxed. That means we are approaching a semblance of law and order.

“How did you know?” Michelle asked.

“About? Those noises?” Julia confirmed.

“Yeah,” Michelle replied.

“I spent a lot of time in the woods,” Julia said. “I was taught to hunt, fish, forage for food, and how to live off the forest.”

Julia regretted mentioning hunting and fishing to a vegan. Plenty were oblivious to the brutal reality surrounding nature. In this world, wolves tore into the throat of an animal while the rest of the pack feasted on its entrails. Nature is often cruel and unforgiving.

“My parents lived in the city. Cradle to grave,” Michelle said. “I never travelled beyond the city limits until I met my boyfriend. He considered it an adventure to spend the weekend tenting at a campground.”

“This seems,” Julia said, while mulling her words, “like a big step up from that.”

“It was…” Michelle said.

Julia filled in the blanks. Michelle wanted a challenge. She probably read every book, blog, or article to be found on the subject. Michelle then hit the gym to get in shape and handpicked her gear. It was a shame she failed to account for the human element.

“Sorry,” Julia said.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Michelle said.

“You’d have done the same,” Julia said in a show of solidarity.

The long silence that followed Julia’s statement said otherwise. You know, I’m fine with that.

Julia sat on a wooden bench outside the bus depot. At this time of night, there was no one around save for Michelle, who was busy staring at her phone.

It must have been good news, because Michelle was alight with positive energy. Julia was envious of anyone who managed that with nothing more than a bunch of thumb strokes.

“He’s almost here,” Michelle said after an audible chime.

“That’s great,” Julia said, without any context to work with.

“My boyfriend spent the night at a nearby motel,” Michelle said. “So, he’s just around the corner.”

“Oh,” Julia said with a smile. “That’s great news!”

“He said there are still vacancies,” Michelle said. “We could give you a ride. The room will be my treat.”

One look at the bench brought up vivid memories of taking baton strikes to the ribs. She knew nothing of the police here, but figured they were probably the same giant dicks with badges they had back home. Not like anything will be open until well after the sun’s up.

“I would love that,” Julia said. “Thank you.”

Julia was nearly drooling at the thought of taking a hot shower. No matter how rundown this place might be, it would be better than spending another night in her lean-to, or in lockup.

“Thanks again,” Michelle said.

Michelle hugged Julia, and the embrace went on far longer than expected. While discomfort grew with every passing moment, Julia was not about to break contact first. I wonder if her boyfriend is getting any ideas…

“If you’re ever in the city,” Michelle said, “give me a shout.”

“I will,” Julia lied.

Julia was sure they would never get along normally. Even with their limited interactions, she knew they were worlds apart. Still, it’s the thought that matters.

Michelle broke away and settled into the passenger seat before closing the door. It appeared like there might be tears, but she wiped the moisture from her eyes and waved.

“Goodbye,” Julia said while waving back.

Julia stood by the curb as the vehicle pulled away and sped down the highway. After the break lights faded into the night, Julia dragged her weary legs up the outdoor stairs and found her room. This was not a five-star establishment, but the bed was big and clean. Fuck yeah! I have the bathroom all to myself!

“Sleep or shower?” Julia asked.

Julia sniffed her underarms and caught the overpowering scent of dirt, sweat, and wood smoke. That explained why Michelle’s boyfriend kept his distance… And the windows open.

Julia wrinkled her nose, looked at the tub with the plain shower head. All that tile and stainless steel put a smile to her face.

“Shower it is,” Julia said.

“My god,” Julia said before letting out a soft moan. “This is better than sex.”

Julia opened her eyes and paused. What a pitiful comment for a woman her age to make. Instead of dwelling on the whole whack of dead fucks she endured over the years, Julia turned her focus to the stream of grime circling the drain.

After using the last bit of conditioner from the bottle, she turned to face away from the jet of water to indulge in the heat. Alas, life had a tendency to interrupt, and Julia remembered her clothes were in a desperate need of an intervention… Or a match.

With the water running, she left the shower and went back into the room, sopping wet. She returned with her clothes in hand, nose wrinkled, and laid them out flat in the tub. Need to rub this soap into the fabric. Otherwise, no one will take me seriously if I look homeless.

Dirt, grime, and smoke oozed from out of the fabric, and she was surprised to find there was any colour left. Since this was a motel room, Julia wanted to avoid flooding the floor, or blistering the paint. I don’t want Michelle to get a bill for my recklessness.

With an exhaustive amount of scrubbing, she rinsed off and wrung out her clothes and laid out items to dry on any available surface. Julia smiled at the sight of the bathroom’s dedicated thermostat. She cranked the heat, turned on the fan, and closed the door behind her.

Bleary-eyed from all that heat and humidity, Julia went to the window to bask in the air conditioning. The cool breeze caused her nipples to harden. She grinned and buried the dial into the blue. Before the blast of cold air reached her, she jumped onto the bed and slipped under the sheets.

“When was the last time I had the bed all to myself? Well, one I wasn’t tied to?” Julia asked.

Julia did not know, but she guessed it was before her father’s death. Even then, she would often bunk with the boyfriend of the day. A bed by her lonesome? Was I a teen?

It was sobering to realise how dependent she had been on others for survival. Julia had not lived on her own until Adrienne convinced the pack to shun her. That was a woman who would not be satisfied until Julia withered away and died… Who is worm feed now?

Her lips formed into a smug smile prior to slipping into a deep sleep. While the bathroom became a sauna, she was nestled in warm sheets while an arctic chill filled the room.

“What did he say, Madison?” Julia asked.

They were seated at a table in the school’s busy cafeteria. Most of the tables were packed, many of which were unofficially assigned to a specific clique.

Theirs was the exception. It was mostly empty save for her friends and a student who was two grades behind them. He sat on the other end of the table, and no one ever interacted with them. Somehow that worked out for everyone involved. What was his name?

Taylor was busy eyeing the ham sandwich her mother made. Everyone knew she hated the combination of chunky ham, white bread, and plain mustard. Taylor never worked up the courage to tell her mother how she felt. She gags on her lunch every time.

“Yeah,” Taylor said and dropped what remained of the sandwich onto the table.

Madison gave Julia the evil eye before doing the same to Taylor. That would normally get the girls to back off, but neither would back down this time.

“Nothing,” Madison replied.

“Nothing?” Julia and Taylor questioned. In unison, they called out, “Jinx!”

Madison jabbed her friends in the shoulder. Whereas Julia feigned being mortally wounded, like some Shakespearean actor, Taylor countered with a solid punch of her own.

“Sorry…” Madison said.

“Well?” Taylor asked, shaking her fist as a threat.

“He didn’t talk to me,” Madison said.

“Really?” Julia asked.

That answer forced her to rethink all those dark thoughts she had when Madison announced her intentions. She must have taken being so easily dismissed pretty hard.

“Yeah…” Madison replied.

All of that bravado and confidence they came to expect from their friend was gone. This was the first time they saw how much of Madison’s personality was an act and that her tough-as-nails persona served as a protective cloak. She is so vulnerable, so…human.

“I’m so sorry—” Julia said.

“Don’t!” Madison snapped.

Everyone stiffened in response, including most in the adjoining tables. Madison may have been hell on wheels for those on her shit list, which was the bulk of the school. However, she never lashed out against her friends.

“Wh—” Julia said.

“You…” Madison said.

“Me?” Julia asked.

After a long sigh, Madison closed her eyes and replied, “He was asking about you, J.”

When that revelation came to light, Julia wondered if she had stepped through a secret mirror. That magical doorway that led to a reality where cute boys fell for brunettes over the fiery redhead with flawless skin.

“Oh,” Julia said, struggling with feelings she was ill-equipped to deal with.

Julia woke up with a smile etched on her face. Since the urge to pee would not subside, Julia flipped off the covers and exposed herself to the frigid air.

“Shit! That’s cold,” Julia said while jumping out of bed. When her bare feet touched the cold linoleum, she yelped, “Fuck!”

To avoid contact, Julia tiptoed across the floor and opened the door. The wall of tropical heat forced her to back away. Out of options, she pushed through and sat down on the seat. Sweet relief… Thank fuck!

She wiped herself dry and washed her hands. Prior to heading back to bed, she confirmed her clothes were dry. All good! Now, I can set the thermostat to something reasonable.

“No cold seats for me,” Julia sang.

CHAPTER 8

ON THE ROAD AGAIN

Julia slept in until after sunrise, confident the stores would not open until later in the day. She tore herself away from the warm bed, her skin turning to gooseflesh, and promptly dialled down the air conditioner.

“I love to sleep cocooned in blankets,” Julia said through chattering teeth.

She went straight to the bathroom, folded her clothes, and jumped into the shower. Since she washed prior to going to bed, all she needed was a spritz to wake her up. It’s so much nicer than diving into a lake.

Julia drip dried before getting dressed and re-entered the meat locker. She stowed everything away into her backpack until all that remained was the envelope in her hand. I feel less ready now than I ever did.

“What has this trip done for me?” Julia asked as a tear formed from out of the corner of her eye.

From experience, she found it helped to view the world from fresh perspectives. While her thoughts were chaotic and incoherent, those resurfaced memories did fill in some of the blanks but left just as many questions unanswered. I could do with a lot less Adrienne, though.

“Michelle,” Julia whispered.

Michelle was far better off with her than with John. Had she stayed away, Michelle’s name might have ended up on a missing person’s report. The boyfriend also benefited from what went down. He should be thankful for a lot more than the opportunity to spend more time with his girl.

“Another disappearance…lost in the noise,” Julia said. “That’s sad, and it happens all too often.”

Sure, there were no parades, nor holidays, to commemorate her heroic deeds. Did that matter? Julia saved a life, and Michelle might one day pay it forward.

There were no taxis in this town, but the motel clerk was happy to provide her with a placemat. It featured a map of the area along with advertised services and businesses. She was in luck, the general store was one of them, as was the motel. Perfect!

Julia went off on her own. She made the choice to leave the creature comforts of society behind to follow the call of the wild. However, that did not prevent her from hiking the wilds in style. Within an hour, Julia stood in front of the store Michelle mentioned.

The name gave her the impression she was dealing with a frontier town shop. More specifically, a single-storey building that was more storefront than warehouse. These were a common find in museum towns, or as part of some exhibit. When have I ever been to a museum town?

This establishment was more of a box store. The front windows displayed featured goods for hiking, tenting, and fishing. While fishing would do her little good, this was an opportunity to get the equipment she needed. At least, I won’t be getting as many stares on the trail.

The prices were sure to be exorbitant, but cash was no problem. While there were plenty of credit cards in her pack, Julia assumed they would be tracked. I don’t want them to know where I am just yet.

Her plan was to get in, do a loop, and leave with what she needed. That fell apart the moment she walked through the main doors. Julia was overwhelmed by the selection, and to compensate she took several deep breaths while focusing on the floor.

“Can I help you?” a male voice asked from behind.

To keep her cool, Julia reminded herself she was out in public. She closed her eyes, counted down from three, and turned to face the clean-cut man in slacks and an ugly golf shirt. Julia pegged him as an employee after spotting that plastic name tag attached to the shirt that read Tyler.

“(Yes) I’m looking for gear,” Julia said.

“Anything in particular?” Tyler asked.

“Hmmm,” Julia said. “Pretty much everything…”

After two hours of frantic fittings and lessons on how to put all that gear together, Julia left the general store with a rucksack filled with goodies. Featured amongst her possessions was a map and enough food to last her until the next stop. It won’t spoil if I decide to live off of what nature provides.

“This is going to take some getting used to,” Julia said.

Her backpack and its contents were neatly crammed into her valise. With the promise of mild weather ahead, Julia opted to get an air mattress, a light sleeping bag, and a waterproof liner. I also have a tent if things get bad.

“I would have killed for this kind of setup—” Julia whispered.

“Well, this is a surprise,” Gwen said.

Julia spotted the family making their way to the general store. While shocked they were here, Amber had a noticeable limp, which might explain why she was caught up with them. Unlike her elders, who were both stoic, Kaylee beamed a smile. What did I do that’s so funny? What does she see in me?

“Hi,” Julia said with a wave of her hand. “A pleasant one, I hope?”

Based on their first encounter, she figured the comment made about this being a surprise was meant as a jab. The look on their faces certainly hinted they were not happy to see her, although the scent of white vinegar was nearly imperceptible. Mind you, they could have waited for me to leave before walking up.

“Kaylee convinced us to make camp after we passed the fork. She then insisted we leave late the next day,” Gwen said.

“You looked to be a bit out of it, so I thought it was a decent thing to do,” Kaylee added.

Those words left Julia flustered and warm. It happened whenever she witnessed genuine concern for her well-being. No matter, Julia would go on believing she was not worth a damn. They might feel differently if they knew I was a werewolf.

“I might’ve caught up had I paid attention,” Julia admitted. “I took a left…”

Amber remained unmoved, whereas Gwen gasped. That confirmed they knew what awaited those who veered off course. The grin on Kaylee’s face was a different reaction altogether. Is she impressed by my daredevil ways?

“That must have been one hell of a climb,” Kaylee said.

“It was,” Julia said. “Are you okay, Amber?”

Amber reacted favourably to that question, and a faint smile appeared on her face. In showing genuine concern, along with a positive attitude, Julia learned she might yet secure a place in their hearts. Still, for this to work on Amber, I’d have to kill her with kindness.

“I’m fine,” Amber said. “Thank you. My right boot sole fell off, and we had to tape it back together.”

“You should ask for Tyler,” Julia said while pointing at her ruck. “He has a good eye for what works.”

“Thank you,” Amber said, “I will.”

Amber glanced at Gwen and did one of those silent information exchanges. When they broke eye contact, Amber hobbled inside, while Gwen and Kaylee stayed behind. Why are they still here?

“If you are up to it,” Kaylee said, while looking at her grandmother for support. “We’d love to have you join us.”

“Really?” Julia confirmed.

They must have talked about this beforehand.

“I’d love to,” Julia answered.

The campsite turned out to be more of a transient community. It was a large lot filled with tents of every shape and size. At the centre of this nylon sea, there stood a cinder-block building topped with brown metal cladding. Compared to the symphony of colours that surrounded it, this minimalist structure stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Showers,” Kaylee said.

Julia chanced a peek. She caught Kaylee’s bright smile and realised those eyes were devoid of youthful innocence. Those remind me of a child who grew up too fast.

What was also missing from those eyes was a hint that Kaylee could read minds. The corpses were known to have such ability, but none would be caught dead hanging out here in the sunlight… Or this far out from a major city.

“Oh. So, that’s what the building is for?” Julia confirmed, and she was immediately thankful for this morning’s private shower. “Any good?”

“Only if you have plenty of quarters,” Kaylee replied. “There are also laundry facilities, and an admin office.”

Pay showers were not a new concept for Julia. However, she had to wonder if there were other fees that hikers were expected to pay.

“Don’t worry,” Kaylee said, “we have a family plot and there’s plenty of room.”

“Oh,” Julia replied, wondering if she was just that easy to read. “I can pay my own way.”

“Don’t waste your money,” Gwen said. “You can pick up the tab at the next stop.”

“Deal,” Julia said.

Amber, whose gait was back to normal, flashed Julia an odd glance. The cynical side of her saw this as a further reminder that Kaylee’s mother had little faith in the flaky werewolf. Relax. Just be yourself…

Julia found her own words hard to swallow. Until recently, she would actively avoid being sociable. Who needs manners when abusing her position as the Alpha’s daughter was more productive? In a lot of ways, I was not much better than…

“Adrienne,” Julia whispered.

“What was that?” Kaylee asked.

“What? Oh!” Julia replied. “Sorry, I’ve been dwelling on the past lately.”

“Haunted by it?” Kaylee asked.

“How—” Julia asked.

“Happens a lot around here,” Kaylee said. She then whispered, “I was there once, but…Gwen helped me get back on my feet.”

There was something cathartic about Kaylee opening up to her. It made the world seem a little smaller and that much brighter. This was a reminder she was not alone in making bad choices. I wonder what she went through?

Amber narrowed her eyes, but Kaylee turned away and said, “I can’t believe you went up that mountain.”

“So that’s why it kept going up and up and up,” Julia replied.

She went over the details of her detour. Out of caution, Julia left out anything related to the hiccup, or of seeing her step-mother’s ghost. Better safe than sorry.

Julia was certain their tentative bond would not survive tales of approaching extraterrestrial craft, or details of hallucinations that bordered on a bad acid trip. Now if she asks…

Julia glanced nervously at her mother while a movie played on the television. They were sitting on the living-room couch, and her mother was covered in a blanket, at peace with the world.

There was a lot of weight on Julia’s shoulders, a secret so big that her friends knew nothing of it. She was also determined to ensure neither found out. It’s for their own good.

When her mother caught sight of that awkward glance, she motioned, What? with her lips. Nervous, Julia turned to face the television to focus on a scene where some nondescript man and woman realised, they were hopelessly in love. I don’t need this right now…

“What’s wrong?” her mother asked.

“Nothing…” Julia replied, but the words were so faint that it conveyed the opposite meaning.

“Uh huh, I know that voice,” Momma said.

Her mother picked up the remote that was more duct tape than plastic and turned off the television. They had gone beyond the point of no return and Julia realised this showdown was for the best.

“Spit it out,” her mother said.

Julia’s face turned beet red. She hated how her mother saw right through her. They had a great relationship, but daughters liked to keep some secrets to themselves.

“Well?” her mother asked.

“A boy,” Julia replied. She took a deep breath as though she were about to dive for pearls, and added, “(He) asked me out today.”

The first few words gave her mother reason to worry, but those features softened upon hearing the last part of the puzzle fall into place. Julia noticed the hint of a tear forming at the corner of those beautiful brown eyes.

“That’s wonderful!” her mother exclaimed.

“Really?” Julia asked.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Momma asked.

“He asked to meet up with me after mass. That’s when my church group meets,” Julia replied.

“He’s not from our congregation?” her mother asked.

“No,” Julia answered. “He was one of those bussed-in kids at school. Graduated—”

“Graduated?” her mother asked, the light intonations hinting at curiosity.

“A year ago…” Julia answered.

“Nice boy?” her mother asked.

That question conjured up an image of those blue eyes. From Julia’s distant stare, awkward smile, and quivering lower lip, her mother had the answer.

“That good?” Momma asked with a smirk. “Did you say yes?”

“Not yet,” Julia replied.

“Why not?” her mother asked.

“Well…” Julia said.

“You want my blessing?” her mother prodded.

“That—” Julia replied.

“Church group?” her mother confirmed.

“Yes?” Julia answered.

Her voice was so faint that Momma had to infer meaning through lip reading.

“Oh love,” her mother said. “You need to learn to live a little—”

A noise came from outside, and both turned to investigate. Blood drained from Julia’s face after spotting a younger version of Adrienne standing out there. The embodiment of all that pain and torment was out there in plain sight, right by the curb.

“Time for bed,” Momma said.

Given the stress in that voice, Julia knew better than to question the demand. She hasn’t given me an order in years.

“Love you,” Julia said.

After a quick peck on the cheek, the scene was set aflame. A few heartbeats after that, everything was reduced to a fine ash.

“Amy,” the wind said.

“Amy? Wait! That’s my mother’s name?” Julia said. “How the fuck did I forget?”

Shortly after sunrise, they were back out on the trail heading east. Julia and Kaylee formed up on the rear, often gabbing about nothing in particular. On occasion, their conversations were involved, permitting her to get lost in the minutiae. Julia appreciated those moments the most.

Both enjoyed taking in the beauty of a forest free from humanity’s influence_. Julia had to admit, she had rarely seen forests so alive and vibrant, especially this close to a human settlement. I wish my pack’s hunting grounds were this healthy_.

To keep things interesting, the elders occasionally swapped places with Kaylee. Walks with Amber were always silent, which made them painfully awkward and dull. Based on the number of steps taken, these periods were mercifully short, but it may as well have been a century. I wonder if Amber gave Kaylee the talk about my being a bad influence…

The friendlier Gwen was more focused on what went on between daughter and granddaughter. Reality had taken the shine off her initial opinion of the family’s internal dynamics. This is not a big happy family out on a hike, but at least they are trying to work through it…

Julia was intimately familiar with families that leaned toward the dysfunctional. The dynamic between Adrienne and her father was toxic at the best of times. That paled in comparison to the relationship Adrienne had with her son. Her step-mother kept a short leash, and the stories of emotional abuse gave people nightmares.

Julia observed how this family addressed their problems. It was enlightening to see a fix that did not involve lying, deceit, violence, or murder. Sure, for a werewolf, humans were seen as lesser… Why discredit viable methods?

“It doesn’t,” Julia whispered. “Besides, we are not the ones who built the cities and the seven wonders…they did.”

On their third day of hiking, Julia was surprised when they pushed on past the evening mealtime. She noticed Gwen monitoring the sun hanging in the sky. However, with twilight upon them, they stopped to make camp.

“This is as good a spot as any,” Gwen said.

“I agree,” Amber replied. “You can feel the ley—”

“You can,” Gwen said dryly.

That exchange caught Julia’s attention, but it gave her little to work with. Ley lines? I wonder what that’s all about?

“Julia,” Kaylee said, while grabbing her by the shoulder.

Julia was not accustomed to being accosted, at least not without being aware of it. If not for the familiar voice, Julia might have panicked. Instead, she stiffened, like a rope under strain.

“Can you help me with the tents while they start supper?” Kaylee asked.

Julia let out a long and measured breath. That permitted her to relax just enough to answer.

“Okay,” Julia said.

“We can start with yours,” Kaylee said.

Julia sighed in relief before replying, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Kaylee said. “I watched you fight with it yesterday.”

“Was it that obvious?” Julia asked.

“Well…it almost won. You know tents come with instructions for a reason?” Kaylee confirmed, before winking.

“I couldn’t figure them out,” Julia said before adopting a faux pout.

“Engineering goes a long way to deciphering the arcane glyphs,” Kaylee said. “It’s better than selling your soul to a crossroads demon.”

There was something about the statement that put Julia on edge. She supposed it could have been the reference to a demon. A year ago, she would have taken the reference in stride. However, after meeting a literal angel… No… That’s not it. So, what is it?

“Engineer—” Julia said and choked on a wave of nausea just to get that word out. “Must be a challenge.” What is fucking wrong with me?

“It is,” Kaylee replied.

If Kaylee caught the lapse in emotional control, she never broached the subject. Instead, she smiled while searching for the perfect spot to pitch a tent.

“Here’s as good a place as any,” Kaylee stated.

“Plenty of space to fuck up—with my tent?” Julia asked.

“That and more privacy,” Kaylee replied, before winking.

While not always on target when reading people, Julia did not get a flirtatious vibe from Kaylee. The comment must have been a reference to their ability to speak freely over getting it on. Some alone time at night is always appreciated.

“Looks good to me,” Julia said, and left the opportunity for her newfound friend to open up.

CHAPTER 9

THE LADY IN WHITE

Julia watched those beautiful blue eyes fade out in the distance. While her mother was supportive of her dating, she preferred to keep things on the down low. It saves me from being pressed for details.

The wind picked up and sent a blast of cold air up her dress. She was on a natural high from their time together, so Mother Nature would need to do better than that to get a reaction. She let out a dreamy sigh and headed down the lane leading home. How am I so lucky?

The lane was a holdover from the time their home was a farmhouse. The back had grown wild since, covered in trees, shrubs, and tall grass. There were also these purple flowers that reminded her of a teen wearing baggy clothes and a hoodie. At least I don’t have to mow the grass out here.

Her curiosity was piqued after spotting fresh tyre treads. She noted the wide tread pattern… Wait! That’s not right.

“The tracks diverge here,” Julia said.

At least two vehicles travelled down the lane. There were few reasons to head this way, and she doubted anyone was checking the metre this late in the day.

“Going for the same reasons?” Julia guessed.

As the sun retreated from the sky, shadows stretched over the terrain. Julia saw them as dark tendrils that reached out over the land. As a child, she would avoid going anywhere near them for fear of being dragged into the cold ground.

“Don’t let your imagination run wild,” Julia whispered, while the growing sense of dread constricted her airways. “Calm down.”

Words without conviction held no sway over her. Nevertheless, she pushed onward. Fear was taunting her, but Julia needed to know what was going on. So, she recited a prayer for a meagre amount of comfort, which at least took her mind off memories of her childhood monsters.

After a minute, she slowed to a crawl and slipped into the shadows. Through a thicket, Julia made out the glowing red tail lights from a pair of trucks. The grunting engines produced an uneven sound, hinting at poor maintenance.

“One is running pretty lean,” Julia whispered.

She thought back to what she learned in her boyfriend’s garage. At first, she had been more focused on those eyes than paying attention to what he had to say. Because of his patience and his innate ability to explain things in ways she understood, she ended up learning a lot.

There came a scream, and Julia ran through the forest until she made out a group forming a semi-circle outside their back door. She also noted that their home was uncharacteristically dark this evening.

“Stay back!” Amy yelled.

“Momma?” Julia let slip before clamping her mouth shut.

Through her wide eyes, Julia realised the engines had drowned out her voice. Her mother was surrounded by a group of burly men. Not one of them looked familiar, and that gave her plenty of reasons to worry.

“Where (is) she?” a man said.

The speaker was facing away from Julia. Not only did it distort their voice, but she could not see his face. I’d have to circle around and risk being spotted.

“None of your business!” Amy yelled. “We’re doing just fine without you.”

“(You know) she (is) one (of) us,” the man replied.

“I don’t care—” Amy said.

Julia was focused entirely on the conversation until someone new came onto the scene. The new arrival was dressed in a flowing white dress, with sunburned skin and long raven-black hair. That dress went out of style in the twenties.

This lady walked noiselessly through the long grass, and despite the white dress, no one else noticed. When she walked right in front of them, no one flinched. How can they miss her? She sticks out like a sore thumb!

Julia would have been better off focusing on whom this lady was watching. The mood changed when her mother caught sight of this new arrival.

“Momma?” Julia whispered.

The lady in white stopped her advance and looked straight at Julia. There was something peculiar about the eyes. They were all black, like marbles made of black onyx.

Julia blinked repeatedly. When her vision was restored, everyone was gone. It was like waking up after the curtains closed and discovering the cast and audience had gone.

“Death,” the wind said.

“Death?” Julia asked. “Oh, no!”

“Fuck me!” Julia yelped.

Julia sat straight up, and the sleeping bag slipped off her chest. The reaction she had to the dream was both physical and emotional. Julia was covered in sweat, and she gasped for air. She tried to run a hand through her soaked hair, but the tent got in the way. That’s not fucking helping!

Once her breathing was under control, Julia realised it was quiet outside. The world was still, and if not for some light snoring, there would be nothing out there for her to focus on.

“At least I didn’t wake anyone up,” Julia said, while rummaging through the tent. “There.”

With a shirt in hand, Julia slipped out of the tent for some air. The cool air from the fog made her skin tingle and the moonlight from the last quarter moon peeked through the treetops. It gave the scene before her a total horror-movie vibe. I’m just missing a monster…

“Oh right, I’m already here,” Julia whispered, while slipping on the shirt.

She decided to forgo putting on her boots. It had been a while since she last enjoyed direct contact with the forest floor. I’ll just need to avoid making a run for it.

After stepping on a sharp rock, Julia thought better of it. She surrendered to reason and put on her footwear. I shouldn’t complain. These are pretty light and comfortable.

“I got soft…” Julia said, defeated.

Regardless, she propped her backpack against a tree and leaned back against the mesh frame. It turned out to be surprisingly comfortable, and a smile crept over her face, until her tears could no longer be ignored.

“How can I fucking live with this?” Julia whispered.

These were not dreams, Julia guessed as much. Dreams lacked detail, even when based on lived experiences or places they knew. These deep dives into her mind were loaded with minutiae. She remembered how Momma would accuse her of dreaming in colour… Because hers were devoid of any.

“There’s plenty of colour and detail,” Julia whispered grimly. “Fuck, I could smell the diesel exhaust and those skater-boy flowers.”

She pulled out the grubby envelope. By now, it had been handled so much her fingerprints marred every part of the surface. The tear stains were a clue that she could not get past the message. It served as a reminder about how badly her life had fallen off the rails.

“I feel like I’m about to drown,” Julia said.

Details of the life she had before pack life came up with increasing frequency. Every iteration dredged up fresh details that were repressed or forgotten. It was like breaking a dam and all one needed was a flaw. Given enough time, the whole thing would come crashing down.

“Julia,” the wind said in a distinctively feminine voice.

Julia stuffed the envelope back into her pack and searched the horizon. Far away from the camp, she caught sight of a dark silhouette contrasting the fog. It can’t be…

“Her?” Julia asked.

Instead of cowering, she cut straight to the chase. Adrenaline fuelled her speed and sharpened her senses. Despite there being sufficient moonlight, she lost track of the ghostly apparition. Where is she?

From out of the corner of her eye, something moved. She jumped and pivoted in mid-air. Upon landing, she spotted the sunburned arms disappearing behind a tree. Closer now!

Julia never stopped to think about what would happen when she caught up with the lady in white. If her dreams were accurate, she was flirting with Death, and that merited a sober second thought. Wait—

Julia ran past the tree and slammed into the apparition. Whereas Julia bounced off like a rubber ball, the lady did not budge.

“Sleep sweet,” the lady in white said.

The wet grass cooled Julia’s paws while the pack ran through an open field. The dew had settled on grass, and her fur would soon be soaked.

The males led, searching for suitable prey. They caught the scent of something, and the males split off. Someone is going to get it!

The pack crested over the hill. With the full moon high in the sky, she caught every detail of the valley floor. Out in the distance, she spotted a woman making a run for it.

With their cover blown, the main body yelped and howled. This cacophony of horrors drove fear into the hearts of their victims. It also distracted their prey from realising there were greater threats flanking them from both sides.

Julia focused on their prey. She made out the curly brown hair, torn blouse, jeans, and canvas shoes. The pack hunted vagrants regularly, but this was something else entirely.

Whoever this was, they were smart. They knew they had to give it all they had to escape and never looked back. A shame that such tactics rarely worked against a numerically superior foe.

Julia spotted the males driving in. Their prey also caught sight of them, but it was too late. Defeated, she slowed to a walk and dropped to her knees. The breeze carried with it the sweet smell of defeat… Why is this leaving a bitter taste in my mouth?

The Alpha got onto his hind legs, towering over their prey as he approached. Faced with death, she leapt up and charged the main body.

“Julia!” the woman shouted.

Julia faced the image of her mother. Momma? Why is she here?

A shot rang out in the night, followed by a pink mist that filled the space where her mother’s head used to be. What remained of the body collapsed to the ground. It dropped like a rag doll tossed away by a toddler…

“Fuck me!” Julia swore.

“While I suppose that’s permissible, it hardly seems appropriate,” the lady in white said.

“What the fuck—” Julia asked, before pushing herself from off the ground.

“I believe you call them dreams,” the lady in white said. “I go by Eleanor.”

“Jul—” Julia replied before guessing this lady already knew.

Everything around her was still…too still. There were no sounds, no wind, and the fog appeared to be artificial. Without the lady present, Julia would have assumed this was a digitally manipulated picture. Like using the old-timey picture filter through an app on her phone.

“I know,” Eleanor said before curving the outer edges of her lips.

“What are you?” Julia asked.

“A construct,” Eleanor replied. “You may have doubts about your humanity. However, you’re far more human than I could ever hope to be.”

“I’m not—” Julia let out before biting her tongue.

She wished to reconnect with her human side and yet dismissed it out of hand? I really need to stick to my talking points. Besides, why travel with Kaylee if I hate humans?

Eleanor chuckled before adding, “You have a wall in your mind.”

“You can see it?” Julia asked.

“Not exactly,” Eleanor said. “However, that was the best analogy I could come up with.”

“Oh,” Julia whispered.

“I can see your…soul…is split in two,” Eleanor said. “One is superimposed atop the other.”

That was a big bone of truth for her to chew on. Not so long ago, she was an apex predator surrounded by a herd of oblivious prey. Now she wanted to live amongst the flock and temper her predatory instincts. It’s not like I’m welcome with my kind.

That realisation felt like taking a nightstick to the gut. It challenged her mind to invalidate her sense of self and belonging… I did belong in prison…

“How do I…” Julia asked.

“I guide souls,” Eleanor said. “I do not mend them…”

Julia wondered if the lady in white had more than her share of burden to carry. She’s probably seen more shit than any of us can imagine.

“So, no touching my forehead to make all my woes go away?” Julia confirmed.

“Only on—how do you say?—the silver screen?” Eleanor replied.

“Figures,” Julia said. “Wait. If you guide souls. Why can I see you?”

“Those on the precipice of death have been known to see me lurking,” Eleanor said. As Julia’s eyes bulged, she added, “In rarer cases, those touched by death may see me…”

“So, my being a werewolf?” Julia asked.

“One could say that,” Eleanor said as the world returned to normal.

The cool breeze against her cheeks made Julia smile. There was something stifling about existing in a world on pause. Is this because we are creatures grounded in time?

“One could—” Julia said before realising that she was alone. “Never mind…”

Julia wandered back into the camp early in the morning. The fog was thicker now that temperature had dropped, which made it difficult to see beyond a half-dozen steps. I just need to follow my nose.

Before approaching the tent, she paused, closed her eyes, and listened. There were two women snoring softly. So where is the…

“Julia,” Kaylee said.

“…that would be the third,” Julia replied.

She turned toward the source, as Kaylee broke through the fog. The poor lighting initially led Julia to believe Kaylee was naked, but it turned out to be a form-fitting bodysuit. She knew to avoid moving…

“Are you—” Kaylee said.

There was something in those eyes that Julia could not read. It was a combination of surprise with a smidgen of awe and fear rolled in. What is she seeing?

That look prompted Julia to check herself for bruises, scratches, cuts. When that failed to turn anything up, she searched for an alien grafted onto her neck. It’s not likely…never know…I was just chatting with Death…

“What?” Julia asked to clear the air.

“You saw something, didn’t you?” Kaylee asked.

“H-h-h-how did you know?” Julia asked.

“You had a vision?” Kaylee asked.

“How would—” Julia asked.

Kaylee raised her hand, fingers together, with the palm facing away from her. She then pointed at the tents and motioned for them to move away from the camp.

With the tents enveloped by fog, Kaylee said, “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Or Death itself…” Julia said, without a hint of sarcasm.

Kaylee’s eyes doubled in size. Julia felt it was time to change tactics and colour the truth. Besides, I’m pretty sure Eleanor was not a vision…

“Death?” Kaylee whispered.

Julia shifted her ears to better understand what had been said. While they never moved more than a pinkie finger width, it got serious laughs at happy hour. Tonight, the reaction could turn out differently if Kaylee put two and two together.

“Well… a lady in white,” Julia said.

“That’s a ghost story,” Kaylee replied.

“Well… this one was awfully attracted to death.” Julia replied.

“That’s it?” Kaylee asked. “That’s all you saw?”

“…sure?” Julia replied.

There were few certainties in life, but Julia figured an overdose of information in this matter would be the end of her. However, these questions were oddly specific, and that was reason enough to worry. Should I tell her why? How will she react?

“Quit fucking with me,” Kaylee said.

“I’m not,” Julia countered.

“I know you’re not human,” Kaylee said flatly.

“How—” Julia said. “Why would you think that?”

“You run off on your own before a full moon comes over the horizon,” Kaylee said. “You’d have to be blind to miss the clues.”

“Amber didn’t raise you to be no fool,” Julia said before winking.

“Cute,” Kaylee said. “She’d disagree with you. Besides, no human with the gear you had could make it over the mountain.”

“The ascent was the easy part,” Julia let slip.

“I knew it,” Kaylee said. “You saw something!”

“Know of another way to find—” Julia replied.

“The moon led you?” Kaylee asked, with excitement dripping from every syllable.

The idea of the moon leading her here never crossed her mind. Had she woken up in another part of the forest, this story might have turned out differently.

“I guess,” Julia replied, her stare distant as thoughts coalesced.

“You are truly blessed,” Kaylee said.

“Cursed is more like it,” Julia replied.

“Wait—” Julia and Kaylee both said. “What are you?”

The women looked into the other’s eyes searching for any hint of malicious intent or deception. What they found was confusion, as though they were not speaking the same language.

“Werewolf,” Julia spit out.

“Moon witch,” Kaylee blurted out.

After hearing those words, Julia cocked her head back and blinked several times. She was not sure what shocked her more. That Kaylee guessed wrong? Or that witches were real?

However, Kaylee knew the woman standing before her was something else entirely. She had no clue I was a werewolf!

“Oh, no…” Julia whispered.

She had to defuse the situation before it got out of hand. There was no way for Julia to guess how dangerous witches were, but they had the numerical advantage. It’s not like I can change into a werewolf to win the night.

“I can’t change,” Julia whispered. “Only our elders can do that outside of a full moon.”

“You’re a werewolf?” Kaylee confirmed.

“Yes,” Julia said.

“Not a witch?” Kaylee asked.

“Yes,” Julia answered.

There was a noticeable pause, as though the hamster wheel in Kaylee’s head was turning, but the contraption was not in gear. Julia kept on smiling, but it frayed as her cheeks started to hurt. Great, if I had a mirror, I’d see the reflection of someone who belongs in an insane—

“That’s badass,” Kaylee replied before grinning.

Julia had been handed a reprieve, but she backed away out of caution. That spike in stress heightened her anxiety levels, and she was aware of her forehead throbbing.

“Not really,” Julia said. “I’m quite serious when I refer to it as a curse.”

“Funny,” Kaylee said. “I’d often say the same thing.”

“More of that grass-is-greener crap,” Julia said, before rolling her eyes.

“That it is,” Kaylee said. “So, what now?”

CHAPTER 10

WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE

Instead of formulating a plan, they were forced to contend with noises originating from within the camp. Morning was upon them and both Gwen and Amber were waking. This is going to complicate matters.

“Shit,” Julia swore under her breath.

Kaylee realised what was going on. Blood drained from her face, leaving behind ashen skin. It was clear for Julia that being caught together would be problematic for Kaylee.

Julia made a series of hand gestures to signal that she would circle around the camp. In turn, Kaylee would take a direct route back to the tents. With any luck, taking a detour will avoid questions about where I was.

Kaylee nodded but waited for Julia to make that first step. This led to a temporary impasse, so Julia used the opportunity to coordinate further.

“Start breakfast,” Julia whispered into Kaylee’s ear.

Without confirmation, Julia went off into the fog. Since the forest was coming to life, the chances of being noticed on her detour were reduced. I wonder what’s for breakfast?

Julia stumbled out into the open and found the women staring at her. To sell her ruse, she needed to convince the elders that none of this was planned.

“Good mor—” Kaylee said before gasping.

While taking the scenic route, Julia came across some nasty thorn bushes. She cut through, tearing her clothes while leaving noticeably bloody scratches. These will heal up quickly. I just need to conceal the wounds once I get changed.

Because of the detour, Kaylee’s reaction was exactly as she predicted. Julia hoped this authentic response would throw off any suspicions. Great. Now, I’m thinking like a corpse.

Julia hated vampires, but they knew how to play a crowd. They were capable of being subtle, invisible, or hogging the spotlight in a room full of socialites… Whereas we excel at smashing things.

“What happened to you?” Amber asked.

Julia looked up to have a better look. To sell the deception, her motions were erratic and confused. She pretended to collect her thoughts, paused, and let out a deep breath. I hope they buy this.

“Wha—” Julia said. “Oh, thank fuck.”

“Julia?” Kaylee said, those eyes welling up with tears.

“I went to pee,” Julia said. “Ended up getting lost in the fog. I’ve been wandering out there for…fuck knows how long.”

“How did you find us?” Gwen asked.

“It felt like a dream,” Julia said. “I could smell coffee, so I followed it all the way here.”

“Follow your nose,” Amber said and cracked a smile.

“The coffee is almost ready,” Kaylee said. “Sit down, and I’ll pour you a cup.”

“Thank you,” Julia replied.

For a moment Julia considered unleashing the waterworks but feared that would push the drama well beyond her acting talent. Why be melodramatic when they believe me…for now.

Julia busied herself by collapsing her tent and packing up her valise. While closing up the top flap of her rucksack, she noticed a clasp refused to snap in place.

“Odd,” Julia said.

She must not have inherited any organisation skills from her mother. Still, that did little to explain how she screwed up packing a part of the ruck that she barely interacted with. I didn’t even look at that note…

Still, it would not snap into place. Julia lifted the flap and found a large rock inside. Really? Someone must be fucking with me.

She tossed the rock into a nearby bush. While leaves and branches rustled as it rolled down an incline, no one turned to have a look. Without a stray giggle or snicker to confirm her suspicions, Julia took another peek inside. Where the rock had been, there was a piece of cream-coloured paper, torn free from a booklet or journal. What’s this?

To avoid being noticed, Julia pretended to rummage around the compartment for something. After facing away from the witches, she pocketed the note. A question that is never asked requires no reply.

Julia sat against her pack for a bit of privacy and discreetly pulled out the letter to have a look. Her fingers brushed over the rough parchment paper. It reminded her of the books she checked out from the school library… I miss the smell of old books…

You were probably expecting to find a book, something like a grimoire or an idiot’s guide to. Truth is, there is no such thing, at least nothing that’s mass produced. Those you find in a bookstore are for tourists, not for those who have the ‘gift.’

We are fiercely protective of our spells and rituals. I have cousins who refused to share anything with me, fearful I might pass it on to another. The price of breaking our vow of secrecy is banishment. Who wants to take the chance?

“Yeah,” Julia whispered. “Getting shunned sucks.”

Long story short, other than being reclusive, our family knows little to nothing about moon witches. That’s why I thought you were one, because your behaviour was linked to the moon.

If they ask you directly, just admit to being one. We are ‘sisters’ after all. Then you can make shit up, but don’t divulge anything that a witch would take to their graves.

Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.

Kay

She crumpled up the page and stuffed it into the deepest recesses of a pocket. When an opportunity came up, Julia would dispose of the note. No need to raise suspicions…

“Just—” Julia said.

“Ready to go?” Amber asked.

Julia reacted as though a shockwave travelled from the soles of her feet and right out her head. When her feet returned to the ground, she closed her eyes and took measured breaths.

“Sorry!” Amber said.

“That’s…” Julia said, “okay.”

“All packed?” Amber asked.

Julia secured her ruck and swung everything she owned over her shoulder. After finding the balance point, she tightened the straps and gave Amber a thumbs up.

“Am now,” Julia said.

“Good,” Amber said. “You’ll be with me for the first leg.”

“Looking forward to it,” Julia lied.

Julia had channelled her inner sarcastic bitch to reply but regretted doing so the moment the last word left her lips. Thank fuck she missed it!

Julia was resigned to march on in silence, but fortune smiled upon her. Kaylee dropped back before they lost sight of their campsite.

“Nanny wants to see you, Amber,” Kaylee said to her mother.

As judged by the tone, there was nothing untoward about the statement, but the chill in the air mirrored Amber’s souring mood. It took a moment for Julia to realise Kaylee had used her mother’s given name. Their relationship must be a lot more fucked up than I realised…

“They’ll leave us alone for now,” Kaylee said.

“Why?” Julia asked.

“I told Nanny I was worried about you,” Kaylee said. “That I wanted to keep an eye on you, in case you were a resident of Oz.”

“Oz…” Julia whispered. “You mean that movie from the thirties?”

Kaylee nodded before replying, “Books, actually, but there’s truth to those works of fiction.”

“Truth?” Julia repeated as a question.

“Some witches travel a dark path, and it twists their minds,” Kaylee said. “Many will inherit traits from whatever power they draw from, so there is some truth to genies, or succubae…”

“Really?” Julia asked. “So, I should steer clear of women with green skin, or those who melt on contact with water…”

Kaylee giggled before responding, “While there have been cases. In truth? Powerful witches are seldom ugly.”

“So…like normal,” Julia said. “Got it.”

Amber and Gwen turned around, walking backward to see what all the fuss was about. The girls went on in silence, suddenly awestruck by the toes of their boots.

“What are we…” Julia said, “like four?”

Kaylee flashed a smile and winked. She said nothing until the elders turned back and were involved in a conversation of their own. They don’t trust me. Have I given them any reason to?

“Amber always finds a way to get under my skin,” Kaylee responded.

“Same with my step-mother…but she took that expression literally,” Julia said.

“You mean—” Kaylee said in a voice that carried.

“Yep,” Julia whispered. “Tried to skin me alive.”

“Weak,” Kaylee commented.

“No shit,” Julia replied. “The grass is greener on our side because of all the bodies we buried…”

The girls went on in silence for half an hour. Julia knew the youngest witch had plenty of shit to deal with and hoped she would open up. Nothing. She’s not taking the bait…

“Wait,” Kaylee said. “You’re the one they pulled from that mine after they blew the dam.”

“How did you know?” Julia asked.

“Are you kidding? That shit went global,” Kaylee replied. “That news came on the heels of a state-wide manhunt, and a massacre in the subway. There was footage of an epic battle between a Valkyrie and some sort of monster—”

Kaylee was referring to the incident Julia triggered. While Clara responded to an attempted murder with compassion, Julia had unknowingly sprung a trap that ended with her in the path of a raging werewolf. She would not be here had the angel not intervened. Clara must have seen something in me that I sure as fuck don’t…

Clara could not be blamed for any of it. That fight would have never happened had she let sleeping dogs lie. Without me, the world would still be in the dark about the supernatural…

“Huh,” Julia said. “Global?”

“Viral too,” Kaylee said. “Videos from that fight were viewed millions of times, and some clips became popular memes. The naked Valkyrie GIF is still popular on Twitcher for anyone who shows up unprepared, but kicks ass anyway.”

“Wow,” Julia said. “Clara told me she was an angel…”

“Like those referenced in the Christian faith?” Kaylee asked.

“Truth be told, there’s nothing angelic about her,” Julia said. “But yeah…”

“That’s badass!” Kaylee exclaimed.

“She is,” Julia said and left it at that.

Julia never considered the fight would garner world-wide attention. She knew the corpses lived out their unnatural lives in the shadows and were believed to manipulate the media to discredit such exposure. That keeps the sheep oblivious to the fact they are surrounded by wolves.

She conjectured that Clara did not fear being exposed. This was a black-winged woman who was as deadly as she was beautiful. Clearly, she’s a master of disguise, since no one had seen her since.

“I almost didn’t recognise you,” Kaylee said.

“Oh?” Julia asked.

“Yeah,” Kaylee replied. “You were really thin back then, unhealthy even. You look like a different person now.”

Julia wondered if Kaylee saw all of this as some chance encounter with a minor celebrity. It did not matter if she had done hard time, or that she was a creature of myth and nightmare. This was the werewolf who helped an angel save their friend. Would she feel differently if this was a full moon tonight?

“Thank you,” Kaylee added after a brief pause.

“For?” Julia asked.

“For sharing,” Kaylee replied. “I…I wish—”

“Don’t worry. It’s easier for me. You already know the details,” Julia said. “Just let me know when.”

It was difficult for her mind to avoid jumping to conclusions. Did Kaylee join a cult, get in trouble with the law, or was it something nefarious? It can’t be worse than the shit I pulled…

The elders left them alone for the rest of the day and into the next. That left them with plenty of time to chat about whatever came to mind. However, the subject was rarely related to witches and werewolves.

They chatted for a good hour on their musical tastes, and Kaylee let her listen to some of her favourite songs. Normally, music centred on a female vocalist and her piano would have done little for Julia, however, there was something about that haunting voice that made her an instant fan.

On occasion, the elders would intrude upon them to assess the situation. At first, they would hush up like two girls caught doing mischief, but that waned over time, because nothing they spoke of was sensitive. So why worry?

Julia let Kaylee drone on about her studies and plans for the future. It was the latter that interested Julia the most. Kaylee had every intention of balancing a career, family, and faith. I get the distinct feeling that Kaylee plans to minimise that last part…

“I can’t wait to be out on my own (again),” Kaylee said.

“I’m sure you’re up for the challenge,” Julia said while blocking out how much of a fuckup her attempts at adulting had been. “I wasn’t…”

“Didn’t go well?” Kaylee asked.

Julia was annoyed Kaylee caught that last bit. Still, she had no one else to blame but herself for being overheard. Go me…

“Expelled from school,” Julia started with. “Ended up living on the streets.”

No one needed to know she had been shunned by the pack. She also had no desire to admit the shame of moving from one unhealthy relationship to the next, just for a place to stay. That’s not something to be proud of…

“How did you get off the streets?” Kaylee asked.

“Met an angel,” Julia said nonchalantly. “I was arrested shortly thereafter…you know the rest.”

“I’m thinking—” Kaylee said.

“Don’t,” Julia warned.

“But—” Kaylee asked.

“It’s not a competition, and I’ve met plenty of homeless who were worse off than me. Heck, my half-brother went through hell,” Julia said. “Imagine being controlled and manipulated by your mother all your—”

There was a glint in Kaylee’s eyes before Julia realised she had gone down the wrong rabbit hole. Whatever was going on between those two, Amber must have played a big part of it. Either Gwen is involved or she failed to intervene. They looked so happy when I met them.

Before Julia could extract her foot from out of her mouth, Amber said, “Lunch time.”

There was about an hour left before high-noon. She figured the elders noticed Kaylee’s emotional distress and intervened.

“I’m sorry…” Julia said, but Kaylee did not respond. “I’m a colossal fuckup…”

CHAPTER 11

LOOSE ENDS

Lunch ended up being a quiet affair. If not for the sound of bubbling water, Julia would have forgotten to drop in her food-in-a-bag. All the while, she mulled over what was said, and through hindsight figured that she should have kept her mouth shut. Fat good that does me now.

Frustrated and impatient, Julia grabbed the bag with her bare hands. She tore open the bag from the top and steam rose out from within. The rich scent of tomatoes, spices, and pasta made her salivate. I hope this lives up…

There was a gasp, and Julia caught Gwen staring at her with a gaping jaw. Alas, it was well past the point of no return to act like the bag was too hot to handle. Out of options, she reached for the fork instead.

“Asbestos fingers,” Julia said with a sheepish grin.

She reached into the bag and withdrew her first bite. All the while, feeling as though someone was boring a hole into her skull. That stunt sure as fuck got their attention.

“Yum,” Julia said. “Anyone want to try some?”

She scanned the group and noticed the elders were focused on her. However, neither expressed any interest in the food. What a fucking surprise!

“Anyone?” Julia asked.

“Sure,” Kaylee said in a flat tone, devoid of vigour.

Kaylee used her own fork and fished out a piece. When their eyes locked, Julia saw the damage her comment wrought. It all seemed hopeless until Kaylee winked and took a bite.

“Hmmm,” Kaylee said. “Amber, you need to try this.”

“No, thanks,” Amber replied.

“No, thank you,” Gwen said.

Julia finished her meal quietly and focused on securing her gear. When Julia turned around to figure out what was going on, she found Amber hovering nearby. Oh no!

“Take two?” Amber asked.

“Take two…” Julia repeated.

“Excellent,” Amber said.

That was not a word Julia would have used to describe their time together. I wonder if she’s fucking with me?

Julia desperately needed a change of pace. She marched on in silence, tormented by meaningful conversation taking place just fifty paces ahead. What are they talking about? Does Gwen suspect anything?

The lack of answers caused her mind to fill the void with wild theories. Did they know she was a werewolf? Were they leading her into a trap? Were they working for the corpses? What the fuck did Kaylee do to piss off Amber? I need to focus on something else…anything!

Julia took a deep breath, rolled her eyes toward the sky, and spotted billowing smoke ahead. Those grey clouds became her focal point, while their steps took on a somniferous quality, which banished her consciousness into the depths of her mind…

“Huh,” Julia whispered. “Smoke.”

“Thanks for the ride,” Julia said.

The truck pulled away, and Julia caught sight of those blue eyes in the rear-view mirror. She swooned because those were the eyes of the man who wanted nothing more than to be with her. I’ve fallen so hard for him, and I still can’t see the ground from here…

They established a routine over the past few months, where Julia would leave early in the morning and meet him out back. They then grabbed breakfast at the bakery. While neither cared for the burnt coffee that was as thick as used motor oil, it was the company that mattered.

“Very few students are up this early. So, there’s little risk of meeting up with someone,” Julia said.

The truck turned the corner, and Julia shouldered her backpack. She pivoted on the ball of her foot to face out of the alley. From there, she had a three-block walk to the school. It was such a beautiful day, and Julia was sure nothing could mar her mood.

“There is not even a cloud in—” Julia said.

“Julia?” Amber asked.

Julia opened and closed her eyes several times before the forest and path appeared in her vision. Just in time too, she had to make a sharp turn to avoid a large tree dead ahead. Had she taken a second more to recover, Julia would have slammed into the tree. Amber was not worried enough to pull me out of the way…

Julia laughed nervously before replying, “Sorry!”

“You weren’t there for a minute,” Amber said.

Julia cocked her head to the side. The distance between the groups was growing with every step. This stunt of mine wasn’t worth getting the others involved…

“Really?” Julia confirmed. “It felt like (I was in a) dream. (It was so) vivid (that it) felt real.”

“Perhaps you should hang back and rest?” Amber asked.

Anger flashed before Julia’s eyes and bathed the world in red. The trigger was the use of you instead of the more sympathetic we. Amber was not a friend by any means, but who leaves people in need behind? Especially when they were dazed and confused, alone in the woods? Too bad this one won’t melt…

After several deep breaths, she faced Amber. The features on that face remained neutral, a real challenge to read. I’d rather deal with a cackle.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Julia said. “Did we pass by that camp?”

“Camp?” Amber asked.

“Yeah,” Julia said while trying her best to quell the notion that she was being gaslighted. “I saw smoke a moment ago.”

“Smoke?” Amber said. “There’s no smoke. At least, not anymore,” she added while pointing to something behind Julia.

She was tempted to look over her shoulder but had to sell her lie from earlier about being sore. For now, it made sense to under-report her physical abilities. I’ll have to turn around…

Julia spotted the remnants of a camp, with flattened grass, overlapping footprints, and a concentric circle of rocks. At the centre of this ring there was a muddy paste composed of water, ash, and sand. Julia focused on a piece of blackened wood, which reminded her of a wall covered in coal briquettes…

Julia spotted a thick plume of black smoke out in the distance.

While she could not be certain of the location, the cloud lined up with her school’s general direction. This black cloud was massive, big enough to blot out the early morning sun, and made her blood run cold.

“Oh, no!” Julia yelled.

The contents of her stomach soured while her heart pounded hard enough to give her a headache. That horror creeping up over the sky might have left many paralysed, but Julia took off running toward it.

“Are you okay?” Kaylee asked.

Julia’s vision swirled while those words reached into the depths of her mind. That familiar voice guided her back to the shore, like sailors used lighthouses to find their way home. With her sense of smell and touch restored, she gave her head a shake.

“Wha—” Julia managed to say.

She had a tough time coming to terms with the overlapping realities and needed a minute to realise where she was. Wait! Did she call them back?

“You’re white as a sheet,” Gwen said.

The elder held up Julia’s wrist while staring at a timepiece. After a pause, Gwen closed her eyes and shook her head. That can’t be good.

“Did you take something?” Kaylee asked.

Had it been anyone else asking that question, Julia might have reacted poorly. The implications that this was related to drug use was a powerful trigger for Julia. People often assumed she had a mental defect, was an addict or a drunk, just for being homeless? They’re showing concern for your well-being…

“I’m clean,” Julia replied.

“Plenty of water?” Amber asked.

“Yes,” Julia lied.

Truth was, Julia’s memories were shrouded in a thick fog. She could not remember if she had or not. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Salt?” Kaylee added.

“The bacon was loaded with it,” Amber replied. “She cleaned off her plate.”

“I forgot about that,” Julia said as her stomach churned.

To avoid giving them more reason to worry, she burped as quietly as she could. With any luck, it would calm her stomach. This isn’t good!

“Perhaps—” Gwen was about to suggest.

“I’m fine,” Julia insisted.

Julia went to stand up and a wave of nausea washed over her. The sensation muddled her thoughts, which led her to fall forward. By instinct, her hands shot out to buffer the impact.

There was the nub from a birch sapling left at the terminal point of her fall. The combination of speed and mass drove it through the meaty part between her thumb and forefinger.

Julia saw white protruding through flesh. The sight of which was familiar and caused another memory to crash over her…

Julia was out of breath by the time she reached the barricades surrounding the school. She was enveloped by chaos, with over half-a-dozen fire trucks visible in the vicinity. Because the town’s firehall had two trucks, she assumed this fire was big enough to need reinforcements.

She spotted a classmate, Chelsea, not far off. They were little more than acquaintances, but she hoped they could see past all this high school social ladder bullshit and share some information.

“Julia,” Chelsea said.

Chelsea’s voice was icy, which suited that trademark resting bitch face. Julia was tempted to lob a backhanded comment, but it was wiser to keep it cool. You gotta play nice…

“What happened?” Julia asked.

“No clue,” Chelsea replied. “I got here ten minutes ago.”

The fire had engulfed the school, and the building appeared to be a lost cause. Based on the empty ambulances, Julia figured that school was, for the most part, empty when the fire broke out… Or when the alarm went off.

“I overheard them talking about accelerants,” Chelsea said.

Julia knew that word from watching procedural crime dramas with her mother. The use of accelerants implied the fire had been deliberately set. This is serious…

“Arson?” Julia asked.

“Yep,” Chelsea said flatly.

“Hope everyone is all right,” Julia mused.

There were few developments over the next hour, but neither dared to leave the scene. Both were afraid of missing something important. Wait—

“Have you seen Taylor or Madison?” Julia asked. “My friends were supposed to meet me here.”

“No,” Chelsea said. “Sorry.”

Julia did not know why her classmate apologised and was not about to ask. Why do I have a sick feeling in my stomach?

“Looks like they found something,” Chelsea said, and pointed at the two men.

Julia spotted a pair of firefighters communicating over their respective radios. They must have been important, because their bunker gear was clean, and the colour of the helmets differed from the rank and file.

“Coming through!” someone yelled.

Shortly thereafter, a firefighter blew past a wall of smoke with a girl slumped over his shoulder. There was a collective gasp amongst the onlookers. This was repeated as a second firefighter came through the same opening. How were they able to see anything through all that smoke?

They were intercepted by paramedics and the uniformed girls were placed atop gurneys. Julia sensed an energy in the air. People were abuzz with excitement, desperate to learn who had been saved.

“Something’s wrong,” Chelsea said.

“How do—” Julia asked.

Chelsea was right, because the urgency was gone from their actions. Instead, there was an artificiality to everything they did, as though they were putting on a show. They want us to think that everything is all right.

One of the important firefighters looked over their shoulder and realised that Chelsea and Julia were near enough to see.

“Clear the area,” the man ordered.

When neither moved, he spoke into his radio. A minute later, a couple of police officers showed up.

“Clear the area, ma’am,” The officer ordered.

Chelsea immediately stepped back, but Julia remained transfixed. Her eyes were glued on the scene, waiting to catch a glimpse that would confirm her suspicions.

“Ma’am,” the officer said.

Julia watched as the scene developed and saw the look of horror on one man’s face. With those nice clothes and an expensive haircut, she assumed this was a doctor. Oh no!

“Time to go,” the cop repeated and placed a hand atop her shoulder.

Julia surprised the officer that day. She did not budge when he attempted to pull her away. Even though she was half his size, she stood firm.

“I need some help here!” the cop yelled.

That worked in Julia’s favour. The crew working the gurney turned to have a better look at the commotion. That gave her a direct view of the patient.

Sharp features, pale skin, and red hair were all clues. Further identification was hindered by the visible bone around the forehead and remaining eye. It was as though the skin had been burned off with acid.

“Oh, no!” Julia said with creeping certainty that this was Madison.

Two officers grabbed her by the arms and lifted her right off the ground. Julia kicked and screamed, which further drew attention to the altercation. It was enough for a paramedic to bump into the gurney. An arm slipped off…

That was the moment she had been waiting for, and the clue was just above the wrist. A large bite that was not quite human, nor did it match up to a wolf. The adult version of Julia was very familiar with such wounds.

“Get them covered up,” the site commander said.

“Oh no—” Julia said before they hauled her away.

CHAPTER 12

MONKSHOOD

Madison!” Julia yelled and sprung straight up.

The wind rustled through the leaves, but that detail meant nothing to someone waking up in the woods. A pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down.

“Shh,” Gwen said softly, “you need to rest.”

“What?” Julia asked.

“You hurt yourself,” Gwen replied. “Amber is making you some herbal tea for the pain. We need to clean and dress that wound.”

Julia had no memory of getting hurt. However, the throbbing in her left hand was beginning to make itself known. When she attempted to make a fist, a sharp pain shot out through her nervous system. What the—

“Fuck!” Julia yelled.

“Please don’t do that,” Gwen said in a soothing voice. “That’ll only aggravate the wound.”

The world before her was a blur, and she guessed that Gwen was the one nearby. With her mind and body so disjointed, Julia wondered if they had given her powerful tranquillisers to calm her down. I’ve never felt like this before.

She leaned back and closed her eyes to allow her remaining senses to assert themselves. There was rhythmic grinding out in the distance, along with steam released from a wet log burning over an open fire. There was pacing, and based on the gait, that person was Kaylee. Why is she so worried?

“Almost done,” Amber said.

“We can—” Kaylee said.

“Kay…” Amber warned.

That exchange was telling, and Julia tried to sit up to have a better look. She shifted her hand and yelped as pressure was applied. This wound would not heal quickly. I wonder if it will leave a scar?

“Ready,” Amber stated.

“Let me help you up,” Gwen said.

They helped Julia move into a sitting position. Her head swirled from the motion and the unease deepened her suspicions. These symptoms were not something she experienced before… What did they dope me with?

Something was brought to her lips. Julia saw a purple and brown swirl. While visually unappealing, it also had a foul odour, one that would cause a carrion eater to have second thoughts. Where have I seen this shit before?

“Boiled bark to dull the pain, and a few herbs for flavour,” Gwen said.

“No,” Julia said and curled her nose.

“You’ll feel right as rain,” Gwen said.

“Nan—” Kaylee objected.

There came a solid slap that echoed back from the woods. Moments later, as though delayed by shock, there came a faint whimper. Something is really wrong here.

“No—” Julia said.

They pushed Julia onto her back, and when the world stopped swirling, her vision was filled with blue and white blobs. They pinched her nose, and Julia was not surprised when that swill burned her tongue. She considered spitting it out, but there was obviously plenty of it. Still, I can’t make this too easy for them.

She let them fill her mouth, tightened her lips, and used what remained in her lungs to send the liquid out in a powerful jet. The sounds of disgust that followed meant some had found its mark. Fuck you!

“Bitch!” Amber yelled. You don’t know how right you are.

Something heavy struck Julia in the forehead. The blow left her disoriented, as though she were underwater. With her senses further disconnected, Julia never realised she was swallowing the concoction. Let alone consciously registering the familiarity of the flavour…

“I don’t want to take my medicine tonight,” Julia remembered saying.

A chill rolled down Julia’s back, but she did her best to ignore it. She wanted to sleep a little longer, but fate had other plans for her, as a breeze turned her back to gooseflesh. Figures. She shivered, huffed, and opened her eyes slowly.

She was faced with a full head of luxurious hair, the sight of which left her momentarily confused, more so after spotting the branches from her favourite tree. How did I get here?

She adjusted her position to get a better view of her surroundings. Julia was definitely on her island, with water lapping happily on both sides. So, who’s with me?

No one else knew about this place, not even her mother. This was her safe space, where she sought refuge when her woes were too much to handle. She missed seeing this place from the point of view of a child, because this island had once been big enough for a queen. It’s really about the size of a twin mattress.

Her eyes flowed down from that head of hair, over a bare back, and settled on that muscular ass. Julia bit her lower lip after spotting a bruise that matched up with her bite marks.

Memories of last night returned to the forefront of her thoughts. The passionate kissing, hurried undressing, and sharp but fleeting pain as he penetrated her. She remembered focusing on those eyes and the words he whispered throughout.

Tired of the breeze, Julia rolled onto her back, and the moss-covered ground conformed to her shape. She was sore, and after exploring the area between her legs, she found dried blood and something sticky. We really did have sex last night…

While not a competition, Julia had heard plenty of horror stories from other girls. The cheap booze, the pressure to put out, along with the inevitable quick finish. They often said it was nothing but blood, come, and disappointment.

Her heart fluttered with excitement, not only for the memories, but for her boyfriend sticking around. The breeze rolled over her chest which made her nipples erect. The stimulation enticed her, and she relished in the idea of making a fresh batch of memories.

Julia turned back on her side and kissed the nape of his neck. She then licked down his spine to the cleave in his cheeks. When the wind picked up, the cold spot roused him from his sex-induced stupor.

“Good morning,” Julia said with a giggle.

“Morning?” her boyfriend asked. “Wow, I guess it is.”

“I want more—” Julia said softly in his ear.

Something was moving through the woods. It sounded bigger than a fox, but smaller than a doe. When her boyfriend turned around, she caught sight of those eyes and lust banished any other thoughts from her mind.

“Feeling up to it?” her boyfriend asked.

Julia giggled before straddling him. Last night, he had taken a very cautious lead. It was soft, tender, and more importantly, special. This time, she wanted to push the limits.

“I guess that’s a yes,” he replied.

Julia woke up cuddling her rucksack, embittered that this was not the perfectly sculpted ass from her dreams. However, a pounding headache, sour taste in her mouth and rolling waves of nausea soon overrode any unrelated thoughts.

“Fuck me,” Julia yelled.

The left side of her face was submerged in vomit. While disgusting, shifting her legs revealed that it was not all sunshine and lollipops at the other end. Fuck! These clothes are a write off…

Afraid Gwen and Amber might still be lurking, Julia held back the desire to wake the gods with a scream. She got on her knees and grabbed her rucksack, but it barely moved. That detail tempered her anger enough for the pain in her hand to rise to the forefront of her woes. Fucking peachy…

“That shit sapped my strength,” Julia said. “It also fucked with my ability to heal.”

That worried her, because such injuries could turn gangrenous. The witches had not cleaned nor dressed the wound… They were not expecting me to wake up.

“Cunts!” Julia yelled, but the exertion left her drained and woozy. “Right…first things first.”

She closed her eyes and heard a stream trickling nearby. A source of water would take care of her immediate concerns. She opened her ruck and carefully extracted a fresh set of clothes, along with a first-aid kit.

“Hope this has everything I need,” Julia added.

While breathing through her mouth to avoid the rancid odour, she stripped down to nothing and tossed the soiled items into a pile. Julia would be sure to burn them after she washed, but first she needed to drink plenty of fresh water, eat something, and set up camp.

“Oh shit,” Julia said.

While a bit late, Julia realised she needed to confirm her location. A young woman running around stark naked, or caught bathing in a stream, might get the wrong kind of attention…

“Figures,” Julia said before sighing.

There was no risk of being noticed. The witches must have dragged her until she was no longer visible from the trail. They hoped no one would find me.

“I’ll check where we stopped tomorrow,” Julia said while heading toward what promised to be a cold—but needed—bath.

“Monkshood,” Julia said while looking over several uprooted plants near the campsite. “Colloquially known as Wolfsbane.”

Julia spotted fragments of the purple flowers littering the ground by the campfire. Her memories from that afternoon were hazy, but she remembered being drawn to this spot.

“How do I know what these are called?” Julia asked.

That was only part of the question. Julia had intimate knowledge of the plant’s properties, and the lethal effects it had on humans. That explains the hot and cold moments I experienced while I dreamed, and the mess I made…

She also knew Wolfsbane was not something that would cure her of anything. It would not hasten her healing, nor would it help her focus. Only someone who seeks to do harm to a werewolf would consider making a draught of this shit.

“They were trying to kill me,” Julia said. “To think I was being so charming…”

Julia had been shunned, and her step-mother tried to scalp her alive. If that was not bad enough, the witches poisoned her out of fear and left her for dead. I was no threat to them…or anyone.

“One more sip,” the wind said from the depths of the forest.

“No, Momma,” the wind replied in a child’s voice.

Julia’s eyes opened wide, upon remembering where she had seen those plants before. They grew wild around their house. Her mother would cultivate them and let them dry out in the shed over winter.

“Baby, it’s for your own good,” the wind replied.

“Why, Momma?” the wind asked.

This time, there was no need for the wind to answer. Her mother would say it was to keep her little girl from growing up. While that line made no sense after she hit puberty, it was routine by then.

“All to prevent me from turning…” Julia said.

A half-a-cup taken of that foul-tasting elixir for two days prior to the full moon. However, the effects she experienced back then were mild in comparison.

“I just remember having vivid dreams…” Julia replied.

The reason for the severity of the effects was obvious. They wanted her dead. A part of her did not even see this as betrayal. They were doing the world a favour…

“Kaylee…” Julia said softly. “I really thought—”

“Over here,” the wind said.

Julia turned to investigate. There was nothing out of place, other than a bit of scarlet on the ground.

She moved closer and found what caused her injury. With any luck, her metabolism would assert itself and heal the wound before an infection set in.

“I could have found that on—” Julia said. “Wait…”

Further out, there was a rock, with a sliver of cream-coloured paper sticking out from under it. She rolled the rock aside and read out the line scrawled upon it.

They made me tell them.

Julia read those words over and over, hoping they would change after multiple readings.

The story of what happened wrote itself. Already suspicious, they noticed Julia’s wounds were healed from this morning’s incident. They pressed Kaylee for details. When faced by her elders, it would have been nigh impossible to evade her interrogators.

“Once they knew,” Julia said, “fear led the way.”

Julia probed her pockets but came up empty. The crumpled note was gone. The elders might have come across it, but the specifics were not all that important. Just the end results…

Kaylee risked a great deal by leaving that note for her. Had the authorities found it while looking for the scene of the crime after stumbling upon Julia’s dead body, they might have linked it back to the witches. Perhaps that was the point?

“Well, time to get going,” Julia said.

She shouldered the ruck with a bit more effort than it ought to have taken. Her strength would return gradually, but she was tempted to leave it all behind in favour of travelling light. However, she decided against it, because her gear had been a considerable investment and she had no wish to let it go to waste.

“Where to?” Julia asked herself.

She was sorely tempted to head west to avoid her would-be killers. To bypass the mountain, Julia simply had to stay on the main trail. Still…John may be lurking…

“What fortune will going east bring?” Julia asked. “Sweet fuck all…”

Julia was done with all of this self-actualisation bullshit. I’m less ready now than I’ve ever been.

“East,” the wind spoke up.

“Really?” Julia shouted. “You can shove—”

The wind surged, and the trees leaned away from the source. High winds rarely scared her; however, with the power of a gale, Julia was forced to grab onto a branch to keep from blowing away.

“Fine!” Julia yelled, her voice like a whisper in a storm.

In an instant, the forest returned to normal as though nothing had happened. That last part was a sobering detail to take in.

“Dick,” Julia swore, before heading east.

CHAPTER 13

THE VOODOO YOU DO

Fury over the attempt on her life fuelled Julia’s travel along the trail. She passed by others as though they were standing still. Few gave her a second look, but those who dared to, soon regretted it.

Alas, those who tasted her sharp wit knew nothing of the situation. How could they? Julia had to contend with a note seeding doubt in everything she did, a wind guiding her to god knows where, and the three witches. It was the latter that left her seething. She found it difficult separating Kaylee from the elders.

“It’s not her fault,” Julia told herself without conviction.

A smaller voice in her mind believed Kaylee had chosen her side. Through inaction, Kaylee was no better than those who cast Julia out of the pack when she was vulnerable.

“I’m nothing more than trash,” Julia hissed.

All the more reason for her to lay blame on Kaylee for taking advantage of her. Wait! What could the witch have done to stop any of this? That slap forced their will upon her…

Julia realised she was emotionally compromised and needed to calm down. She had to find a place to unwind, and fortunately she was surrounded by wilderness.

She longed for a waterfall, one with a deep enough pool to dive into. She imagined herself stripping down to nothing and letting all of her frustrations wash away in the currents. It was a shame that such sites were sure to be well known and her bandage would not last. I’d rather not get arrested…

Instead, Julia settled on a spot beneath the canopy of a weeping willow. The trickling creek reminded her of her childhood sanctuary, and the breeze against her cheeks soothed her soul.

“I needed this,” Julia said, between bites of a ration. “I hope this mood holds.”

Julia reached another junction point. The presence of city buses was her first clue this place was bigger than the last. She was tempted to secure a room for the night but was motivated to get back out there at first light. First things first. How do I find the camp?

“(Just) follow the hikers,” Julia said.

She followed the procession of brightly coloured backpacks and jackets. With the sun hanging low in the sky and shadows stretching out as far as the eyes could see, Julia spotted the camp. It resembled her last stop and wondered if variations were found throughout the network.

She wandered around, past the central area that provided bathrooms and laundry facilities for the campers. She considered stopping for a shower, but after last night’s dip and a fresh outfit, she was relatively clean.

“Well, a lot cleaner than they left me,” Julia said dryly.

When another hiker caught the remark, Julia cleared her throat and turned away. As luck would have it, she was right in front of the main office. Time to secure a lot for the night.

“Whoever designed the numbering scheme for these lots was certifiably insane,” Julia said. “Can’t miss it, the clerk said.”

She reached the other edge of the camp and circled back to its eastern edge. While slow, she would eventually come across her site. Although, it might risk a chance encounter… If they’re smart, they left—

“Crying?” Julia asked.

Tears were not an unusual occurrence on the trail. There were hard looks on a lot of faces from those coming off the well-worn path. Such journeys were both physically and emotionally trying, and such a gruelling experience often needed an outlet… Crying…getting plastered…or committing murder.

However, the one crying sounded like Amber. So, Julia took a deep breath and reminded herself she promised not to confront them, before approaching cautiously.

“Why?” Amber sputtered.

“She’s an adult,” another voice said.

“But she’s missing,” Gwen countered.

“It has not been forty—” the fresh voice said.

“What good are you!” Amber yelled.

For a brief moment, Julia almost felt sorry for them. Almost…

“Ma’am,” the fresh voice said.

That word made Julia’s skin crawl. She was intimately familiar with that identifier and the tone attached to it. In her case, ma’am was typically followed by a blow to the ribs. Nursing the memory of an old pain, Julia rubbed her side.

Something must have happened, and Kaylee was missing. But it was clear the cops would not lift a finger. Why am I not surprised?

“Why—” Amber yelled.

“Thank you, Officer,” Gwen said in a sickly-sweet voice.

That was the tone parents used to silence their children. In this case, to avoid pissing off the cops and getting arrested. Adrienne had mastered that manner of speech long ago. Fuck… Gwen just gave me the chills with that tone.

Gwen’s intervention defused the situation, and Julia lost interest. Her mind wandered, while empathy asserted itself, and she came up with the semblance of a plan. This has gotta be the dumbest idea I’ve had…today.

There was merit to going after Kaylee, to show those two what she was capable of. Would they be grateful? Who knows? Would she rub her success in their faces? Fuck yeah!

So where to start? Julia had been in similar situations before and had ideas. Most of them involved drinking establishments, or places where people her age congregated. For Julia, it would have been a bonus if drugs were readily available. She’s looking for an escape, so let’s start where I would end up.

“I’m here for you,” Julia whispered.

Julia knew from experience that she could not simply waltz up to a stranger and ask where they could score drugs. People were leery of unsolicited requests related to anything shady and suspected they were in the presence of a narc.

While homeless, Julia had been virtually invisible. Unless she was begging or getting up in their faces, most never noticed her… Unless I was passing through a high-end neighbourhood.

Dressed as she was, the townsfolk would see her as a hiker. Locals would dismiss her as an outsider, which meant distrust, and that was hard to overcome. So, there was merit to starting her search at the camp.

The first clue that she found the right crowd was the distinctive odour of pot, followed by a purple haze that filled the air. Next came the sounds of people snickering at subject matter that was not that funny. Seems like a good place to start.

She circled around to get a better view. It turned out to be about a dozen hikers. They all had drinks in hand and were passing roaches as casually as one would cigarettes. By the smell of it, they had been at this for a while… This is going to be an interesting spot come nightfall.

Most of them were around her age, which helped. While their site was near the showers, it was surprisingly quiet. This place is perfect…

“Uh…” Julia said, while looking at the empty lot next to them. “My space is right here? Really?”

Julia dropped her ruck by the marker and went through the motions of making camp. All the while, she kept an ear open for an opportunity to interject.

“Where did you score this shit?” a burly man with a light-blue beanie asked.

“Some guy,” a man with an orange jacket replied. “He was hanging out by the dispensary.”

“Wait,” another man with a blue-and-red beanie said. “Oh, right, it’s Sunday.”

“Yeah,” orange jacket said. “Everything closed up just as I left the liquor store.”

The idea of buying weed through legal channels was unheard of back home. However, drugs, like anything else, were all about supply and demand, and there clearly was demand outside of store hours.

“It’s not laced?” asked a man with a green hat.

Her opportunity was at hand, so she dropped what she was doing. All she needed was to jump in with the perfect story.

“No, man,” orange jacket replied. “Lit one up and shared it with me.”

“Whoa…” Julia said. “That would have saved me a bad trip.”

The bulk of the group eyed her. No one appeared concerned by her interruption, which meant she could dive right in. Time to sell my story.

“Some dude sold me some sweet weed,” Julia said. “Wolfsbane, he called it.”

“Never heard of that shit,” someone said from within the crowd.

“Dude,” Julia said. “You should have been there. (You would’ve been) my voice of reason. Say (that looks good). Do you mind?”

Someone passed her a roach, which she indulged in. The smoke filled her lungs. She held her breath for a moment and exhaled before passing it on. As usual, the effects were blunted by her metabolism before her mind registered any effect.

“So, they pass me a fatty of this shit, right?” Julia said. “Fucked me up, not a good trip, either. Woke up in a pool of my own puke.”

“Whoa,” several said.

“No shit,” Julia said. “Do not try to get high on Wolfsbane.”

“More?” the green hat asked.

Julia nodded, took another hit, and pretended to mellow out a bit. In reality, her mind was firing on all cylinders, all in an attempt to weave together the real reason for being here.

“Oh man,” Julia said. “I needed that…thanks.”

“Sounds like it,” the green hat said. Bingo!

“You know what I need?” Julia said. “I want to get fucked up…but the right way. You know? Some drinks, some E, tunes, and just fly.”

“This place is dead,” someone said from behind.

“Naw. That’s not true,” said a girl with a pink beret.

“You’ve been holding out on us?” the orange jacket said.

“I wasn’t in the mood,” the pink beret replied. “Got some sweet intel on a party at an abandoned factory at the edge of town.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Julia said.

“Want me to hook you up?” the pink beret asked.

“Sure,” Julia replied, along with half the group.

“I already smell like I’ve spent the weekend at a rave…” Julia said after a sniff.

Before hitting the showers at the camp site, Julia brought plenty of loose change, soap, two disposable razors, shampoo, and a clean set of clothes. What did I get myself into?

“It’s high time I broke you in,” Julia said while pulling out a bra from her ruck.

Blending in only worked so far. From experience, nothing opened doors or loosened lips better than cleavage. When’s the last time I tried to hook up?

After an uncomfortable moment of silence, Julia looked down and said, “Well, girls, it’s off to the deep end for us.”

At least she had the shower to look forward to. A shame that she had no time to blow a full roll of coins tonight. I need to get cleaned, shaved, and dressed before I go on a hunt…

They arrived at the site of an abandoned industrial complex under the cover of a crepuscular sky. She loved it when the palette of dark pastel colours were front and centre. This will all be gone in a matter of minutes.

Julia was glad they came early, because it gave her a view of the outside. This area featured multiple outbuildings and garages. At the centre of it all, there was a multi-storey structure that came straight out of the early twentieth century. It featured a brick façade, with several rows and columns of windows on every visible side.

“Shame,” Julia whispered.

There was the faint imprint of some faded black-and-white sign painted on the longest side. While the building appeared to be structurally sound, all the windows were smashed.

“Where’s the party?” someone asked.

“Basement,” another answered.

No one was wearing their distinctive colours from earlier. So, Julia had no idea who was speaking. Was that Kyle or Stan?

“Why?” someone new asked.

“Might as well call the cops and ask them to raid us,” some smart-ass replied.

“Do you really think they don’t know?” yet another replied.

Oh, look at him, he’s sporting some fancy college ring.

“Kickbacks?” a woman asked.

“Yeah…” the smartass replied. “If the party gets too big, the cops will have to play their part.”

There was validity to that reply. It explained why they would not search for Kaylee. No one wants to cut into their profits.

“How do we get in?” several asked.

Julia’s senses were ideally suited for situations like these. There were clues, like the faint but repetitive rattle of a generator. There was also a dull thump resonating through the ground.

Most importantly, a pair of silhouettes were travelling between buildings. Julia observed them approach a set of heavy wooden doors and vanish. Why do I have a feeling there’s a big lock and chain for show?

“I think I know,” Julia said. “Follow me.”

The sound of the party bled through the walls as they neared the doors. Several from the group visibly livened as the rhythm picked up. Just wait till they get inside.

The chains were loose enough to allow for an adult to pass. Julia kept watch while the rest slipped on through. That way, she could hang back and slip into the party unnoticed.

Glow sticks showed the way. The group followed until they reached the head of a stairwell blocked by thick curtains. Those at the front of the line found an opening at one end. They found another curtain on the landing, followed by one at the foot of the stairs. The staggered arrangement effectively prevented light from bleeding out from the basement. They would light up the sky without these.

“Fuck yeah!” someone yelled.

The music was so loud she almost missed what had been said. That’ll make my search more challenging.

Julia broke through the final curtain and took in the long and narrow space. The ceiling was high with concrete rafters, rusty pipes, and bare wires. The walls were also covered with graffiti… This place feels authentic.

There was a bar to her left. A long and black affair that would blend in when the lights were dimmed. Currently, there was a busty bartender behind the bar, but Julia figured more would show when the party picked up. Wait! Have I seen her before?

There was a long bench with adjoining tables to her right. The tables were mostly empty, but the dance floor was packed. Their convulsing bodies created a strobe effect as they interacted with the stage lights. Had she not known better, Julia would have described them as shamblers.

On the hunt for what goes bump in the night, sweet thang?

“What the fuck?” Julia questioned.

The distinctive beat and those lyrics evoked memories of a video game she used to play. I must have spent hours killing zombies when the ex was too stoned to pay attention to me.

The music was so loud that her body resonated with the bass. There were no signs of Kaylee so far, so Julia’s eyes lingered on those dancing before she sighed. Let’s get to work.

The closer she got to the crowd, the more smoke filled her lungs. It was noxiously combined with cigars, cigarettes, and weed. Her nose was also assaulted by the body odour and arousal. The perfect way to hide someone from a werewolf…

Thangs with fangs and a pang for blood?

To get a feel for the crowd, Julia paused for a moment at the periphery. This quivering mass of humanity had been at it a while. Long enough that some appeared to be on the verge of exhaustion.

“Well, I’m committed now,” Julia lied and pushed through.

The basement’s walls created severe reverberation, which challenged her to follow the music. No one else seemed to care, which made her envious of those who could get high. Just imagine the shit I would have got myself into if I could get high…

Blood-filled jowls that howl at…

Even amongst the mass of people, her presence went on unnoticed. She pushed on for a couple feet, paused, scanned the area, and repeated the process until she broke through.

Julia expected to see a distinctive rapper on stage. Instead, there was a mass of mixing equipment, turntables, computers, and an array of consoles. At the centre of it all there was a DJ, which explained the chaotic nature of the song. This is a remix.

The voodoo you do, you hoodoo bitch.

Julia smiled, since those lyrics reflected reality better than most realised. Vampires, ghouls, magic, and things that went bump in the night, all valid reasons to fear the dark. They listen to this song and think it’s cool, perhaps even creative, but never gospel.

“They even remembered to add little ol’ me,” Julia whispered before looking beyond the stage.

There were double doors on either side of the stage, with a steady stream of traffic. Julia went with the flow, curious about what she would find on the other side.

The basement was broken up into a series of spaces. It reminded her of a drug den, where patrons made a purchase, took a hit, and crashed. While there were several who were passed out or stoned, no one matched Kaylee’s description.

She found a games room, with people congregating around consoles. Most were watching someone else play, poorly, while getting a lot of laughs. I think one of them is just playing the game demo.

Julia stumbled onto the washrooms. As a testament to how old this place was, one side was used up by a large trough serving as a urinal. This place makes a chemical toilet look classy…

There were metal-framed beds found throughout. None with mattresses, only the spring base remained. Despite the discomfort, that did not stop a bunch from catching some shut eye.

“This place has been operating for a while,” Julia said.

Last, she came across a dozen small rooms with thick blackout curtains serving as doors. The smell of sex was pronounced, so she hurriedly peeked through the stalls and came up empty. Well, this sucks! At least I didn’t have to pay a cover charge.

With no success on her first run, Julia went back to the bar. After breaching the dance floor crowd, she took a deep breath and spotted fresh patrons at the bar.

The first was a relief: Kaylee had the same outfit she wore the last day Julia had seen her. Poor girl must have really needed an escape. So, who is with—

“Motherfucker!” Julia yelled.

CHAPTER 14

LET THE BEAT DROP

How did that fuck get here?” Julia asked.

Even with a concealed face, his style and mannerisms were a dead giveaway. This was the bastard who traumatised Michelle. The one who never failed to make her skin crawl. This bastard makes werewolves look like puppies playing at the pet store…

“John,” Julia seethed.

The most obvious solution was to gouge out his eyes and drag Kaylee out of here. While the physical approach would be effective, I’m pretty sure the cops would be motivated to find out who disrupted their cash flow.

The most prudent course of action was to have a one-on-one with Kaylee and convince her to leave on her own. She remembered some scheme that involved fooling a stranger into thinking the target was the ex who broke their heart. All to start a fight. Right, like my high school drama classes are going to cut it…

“So,” Julia said grimly. “Play it by ear.”

Julia sat three stools down from Kaylee at the bar. Since the patron beside her was minding his own business, Julia could blend into the background. As long as I keep my mouth shut…

Now that this place was getting busy, the busty bartender had reinforcements. Again, Julia felt she was familiar, but while stunning, brunettes were a dime a dozen around here. Where do I know her from?

She ordered a beer and put down enough cash to cover the tab for an evening of heavy drinking. The bartender winked and popped off the cap to the bottle right in front of Julia. As a precaution, she inspected the bottle, including the bottom, to confirm it had not been tampered with. This place is not exactly licensed…

“I’m done with her,” Kaylee said.

“Babe,” John said. “Forget about (her. I’m bored,) let’s dance…”

It was difficult to catch the conversation with John facing away from her. The reverberation from the music further complicated matters. I’m surprised I got that much…

“No,” Kaylee said flatly. “I’m tired, (hungry, and not at all horny.) What time is it?”

Julia never caught the answer, but the witch’s reply was rather telling.

“Bullshit! I got (here) an hour after that,” Kaylee said. After rummaging through her purse, she asked, “Where’s (my) phone?”

“(Have you) lost (your phone?)” John asked.

Julia grew suspicious about what went on here, and those rooms out back should have been her first clue. Next were the bartenders. They exhibited symptoms of being under the influence, with one constantly scratching her arm. Below the visible track marks on one of the bartenders, Julia noticed a tattoo. It was a heart-shaped ouroboros. That can’t be right…

“Wait. It was the girl in a pink beret who got the invite,” Julia whispered. “None of the guys even heard a whisper of this…”

“It’s Sunday?” Kaylee said. “Fuck off, I (just got) here.”

That was another clue. It was difficult to lose that much time. Unless they spike the drinks…

“You’ve had (a great) time (here.) Why (would you want to) go back (to your mother),” John said.

What she caught left plenty to the imagination. Knowing John, there were many reasons to be concerned. Nothing fucking good can come out of this…

The idea of that man persuading Kaylee to stay sent a wave of nausea crashing over her. That did nothing to help her find a way out of this mess. To add to her woes, Julia’s head was pounding like a hammer on a nail. What did I do to deserve this?

Julia closed her eyes and controlled her breathing until her stomach settled. You can do this…you can do this…you can do this…

She opened her eyes and saw halos around the bright lights. As a headache waned, her vision returned to normal. She sighed in relief and ran over her options.

“Come (on, you)—” John said sternly.

“No, James,” Kaylee said, “I’m going home!”

“That’s my girl,” Julia whispered.

Julia noticed this outburst was not getting attention. Even in the worst dive bar she ever visited, the bartenders would at least pretend to care… Unless this is normal.

Kaylee recoiled at his touch and Julia reacted on instinct. Within a couple of heartbeats, she was on her feet, ready to pounce.

“I said no!” Kaylee yelled.

“She said no!” Julia yelled.

They were in sync for the word no. Until that point, Kaylee had not been aware she had an ally in the crowd. After seeing the one who came to her aid, blood drained from her cheeks.

“Subtle really isn’t in my vocabulary,” Julia said, but those words were drowned out by the music. No one heard it.

Kaylee’s eyes softened, and that big smile made her face glow. While those lips never moved, Julia swore she heard Kaylee say badass.

John clenched his jaw at the sight of Julia, but it was quickly replaced by a sickly smile, as though a twisted fantasy came true. I don’t want to know what’s going on in that sick mind of his.

“Another day,” Julia said. “Another name.”

“You’re mine now,” John said and pushed Kaylee out of the way.

Kaylee was unprepared for being tossed aside so casually and slammed into the bar. While it did not appear to be serious, it would surely leave a bruise.

“I don’t see a name on my collar,” Julia said, embracing her inner bitch. Fuck me, Adrienne would be so proud.

“You’ll get yours,” John said.

John was in the mood to dominate. Without hesitation, he threw the first punch. So typical of a man.

“That’s unlikely—” Julia said.

It was too late for Julia to wonder if the effects of the monkshood were out of her system. She followed the punch and effortlessly moved out of the way. Thank fuck!

John must have indulged in a few drinks, because his reflexes were dull, even for a human. While that worked in Julia’s favour, he could still get lucky and overpower her. I can’t dodge him forever…so it’s time to send a message.

For the moment, no one seemed to care about a scuffle. This place must see a lot of fights…

“…or something else,” Julia told herself, while positioning her back facing the bar.

“You crazy bitch,” John said. “You’re not even worth my—”

With an opportunity at hand, Julia grabbed her beer bottle and swung it hard across John’s jaw. Julia saw it unfold in slow motion. She watched as his head resisted the impact, followed by a shock wave that enveloped his head. Sorta like a water balloon hitting a wall.

Next, the glass broke, and for a moment, the surface tension of the fluid maintained the original shape. While a blunt impact, the shattering glass and sharp edges sliced through flesh until it scraped against bone.

“Oh, shit,” Julia said.

Julia fully expected the man to fall unconscious, and yet he was still standing, albeit dazed and confused. However, John did stumble after taking a step.

“Wha—” John said, touching his fingertips to the blood covering the side of his face.

“Are you—” Kaylee asked.

“No time!” Julia yelled.

With their window of opportunity to escape dwindling, Julia grabbed the witch’s hand and went straight for the stairs.

They ran toward the main floor, with Julia ploughing through the curtains. Meanwhile, Kaylee did her best to hang on for dear life, even as the curtains swung back to clip her. Pushing through slowed them down, but Julia hoped the oscillation would slow anyone who followed. I only need a minute.

Julia ignored the main doors, it was the perfect place for an ambush, and the other exits were sure to be chained up… Nice and tight.

She turned away from the glow sticks and ran onto the work floor. Julia trusted her hearing and followed the muffled sound of the generator. Diesel fumes lingered in the air, confirming she was on the right track.

At the end of the room, there was a door piercing a brick wall. She struggled to open the abnormally heavy door. While deafened by the running engine, Julia searched the smoke-filled room for the control panel.

“Stay near the door!” Julia yelled. “Count down from sixty seconds, then make a run for it, if I don’t come out!”

Julia took a deep breath and went inside. She figured out the control panel and switched off the engine. As it wound down, so did the thumping bass below. That might buy me more time.

“Yes!” Julia said, before pulling on the cord.

She followed the cable toward the wall. The wire disappeared behind a mattress. In fact, the entire room was covered in mattresses. They must use these to dampen the noise.

Regardless, she grabbed an edge and tore a mattress from off the wall to reveal the outlet. Pressed for time, Julia grabbed the cord and yanked hard. The connection popped out and frayed the cable. That’s one way to crash a party.

Julia grabbed the generator’s handle and dragged it along the floor. It was heavy, but survival trumped pulling a muscle. She cleared the padded door and saw Kaylee with a cocked brow.

“Help me push!” Julia exclaimed, while moving the generator toward the nearest set of windows.

With Kaylee’s help, they moved at a good clip. Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps was more pronounced. These steps were precise, measured, and lacked panic, and she had to assume they were after her.

They lined up the generator with a window. Fuck! The windows were not designed to open. She went back to the generator room and grabbed the loose mattress, along with a jerrycan of fuel.

“What are you—” Kaylee asked.

“No time!” Julia barked.

She dropped the mattress mid-way and transitioned into a run. Nearer to the window, she stopped cold and momentum propelled the jerrycan forward. She released her grip and watched it soar through the air, smashing out the window frame.

While not a clean break, it was enough. Julia grabbed the mattress with both hands and swung it overhead toward the window. That cleared away the broken glass and debris… Now we have padding and a way out.

Julia got on top of the generator. She ignored the heat and reached for Kaylee’s hand.

“You first,” Julia said.

Kaylee did not need to be told twice. She took the outreached hand and hopped onto the mattress. After moving into a sitting position, she slid down the other side.

By this point, the footsteps were loud and clear. Intent on getting out of here, Julia ran toward the generator and vaulted over the mattress.

What she did not account for, was the distance between her exit and the ground. Shit! I’m not a fucking cat!

Julia’s eyes went wide before landing flat on her back, an impact that took the air out of her lungs. Winded, Julia paused long enough for the shock to subside before drawing in a breath of fresh air. Those action-movie stars make it look so easy.

“Come on,” Kaylee urged.

With help, Julia was back on her feet. They ran toward the forest. All the while neither dared to look over their shoulders.

“Thank—” Kaylee said in between breaths.

“Not yet,” Julia said.

Once certain they were sufficiently concealed, Julia stopped cold and turned around. I have no clue what to expect.

“How did you know James?” Kaylee whispered.

Julia searched for threats, but the moon was a waning crescent, so there was not much light to work with. While there was no apparent activity, Julia suspected they would not let this go without a response. Not after the shit I pulled…

“We crossed paths on my first night out on the trail,” Julia said. “He called himself John and said he was heading west. Lucky for me, I scared him off.”

“How?” Kaylee asked.

“I’m a werewolf, and the full moon was on the rise,” Julia said.

“Oh,” Kaylee said.

“I ran into him before we met up for the second time,” Julia said. “He was going by Julien and was getting rather rapey with a hiker.”

“Oh…” Kaylee replied.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?” Julia asked.

“Actually,” Kaylee said. “You did, and I’m grateful.”

“Nothing you wouldn’t have done,” Julia replied.

“If…” Kaylee said.

Kaylee droned on about her mother, the incident, and how apologetic she was for what happened. Julia noticed lights moving around the factory. To make things worse, there were engines coming to life in adjacent buildings. A search party complicates matters.

Through observation, she concluded they were armed. Shotguns and pistols were their most likely weapons, so keeping a safe distance with plenty of cover was the smart bet. Unfortunately—

“Are you listening to me?” Kaylee asked when Julia failed to respond.

“What?” Julia asked. “Sorry. There’s a search party out there.”

“For whom?” Kaylee asked.

“Does it matter?” Julia asked in return.

Kaylee may have been an experienced hiker, but she was clearly not ready to become prey. Getting her back to camp would be a bitch, especially with Kaylee’s need to talk through what happened. I need to take some of that stress off her shoulders.

“No,” Kaylee said.

“Exactly,” Julia said after getting her bearings and pointing at something in the sky. “See that bright star in the sky?”

“Yes,” Kaylee replied.

“That star will lead you to camp,” Julia said. “Follow it all the way. If you come across a road, creek, or path, keep quiet, and confirm you’re alone before crossing.”

“What—” Kaylee said.

“Don’t talk to anyone, not even the cops. Keep your eyes on that star until you find Gwen,” Julia ordered.

“What are you going to do?” Kaylee asked.

“I’m going to be the bait,” Julia said, before running out into the open.

CHAPTER 15

STARTING POINT

When it came to the game of Cat and Mouse, Julia had major hang-ups on playing the part of the rodent. To be fair, she would also need some coaxing to play the cat. Werewolves do have standards.

As the mouse, she needed to get noticed. She crested over a hill, her silhouette outlined by the clouds behind her. Once they spotted her, she made a break for the main road. Come at me!

She spent the evening alternating between hiding, being found, and leading them away from the camp. As the search parties scoured the woods, Kaylee was free to make a slow and deliberate escape.

Hours later, the sun broke over the horizon, and the men broke off their pursuit. She figured the police would be hard pressed to ignore reports of armed men roaming the woods outside of hunting season. Even if the local cops were dirty, they had to respond to the call to avoid suspicion.

To play it safe, Julia waited an hour before skirting the main road toward camp. After another hour, she stumbled onto a bus stop. Once she confirmed the route with the driver, she made the rest of the trip in style.

Julia was exhausted but had to make sure Kaylee was okay. So, she grabbed an energy bar from her ruck and noted the group’s tent site was awfully quiet. Hope they are okay.

By the time Julia was finished eating her bar, she had circled back toward the witches’ campsite. There was crying, but Kaylee and Amber were not the source. That’s not good.

Julia hesitated about what to do next. After a full night of evading a numerically superior foe, Julia could not walk away now. I’m doing this for Kaylee…

She sighed deeply and lowered her head until she spotted the mud on her shoes. However, her feet were not going anywhere, so she clenched her jaw in frustration. Now. Now! NOW!

“Where is Kaylee?” Julia asked in a near whisper.

Gwen looked up and held back her breath. To avoid making a scene, Julia put on what she hoped would be a disarming smile. Still, she suspected it appeared strained. I’m trying!

“You?” Gwen said with wide eyes.

“Did Kaylee make it home last night?” Julia asked.

“Get away!” Gwen said.

“Why?” Julia countered. “I’m not the one who tried their hand at murder…”

Julia held her arms in the air so Gwen could confirm she was unarmed. Other than dirt and sweat, she was surprisingly presentable.

“How dare—” Gwen said.

“I found her last night,” Julia said. “She got herself in a bit of trouble and I helped her out.”

“How’d you know?” Gwen asked after an uncomfortable pause.

She guessed that Gwen would either go into a blind rage, or faint under the tremendous strain. Julia needed to handle this situation perfectly. It would be a lot for someone to take in, but the elder had to remain calm and responsive. She’d find it easier to believe me if I told her I skinned Kaylee alive.

“I heard the two of you talking to the cops,” Julia said.

Gwen’s left eye twitched repeatedly. Fear and prejudice were difficult to overcome. In this case, accepting the words of a werewolf they tried to kill recently was a doozy.

“She never made it home last night,” Gwen said.

“Even at a crawl,” Julia said, “Kaylee should’ve been here by four this morning.”

Gwen was not looking Julia in the eye. She suspected there was something left unsaid but doubted there was enough trust left for it to come to light. Not without a lot of effort.

“Amber went out to find her,” Gwen said.

Those brown eyes were fixed firmly at a point on the ground between the two of them. There’s more to this story that she’s not telling me.

“That’s risky, considering there wasn’t much light out there,” Julia said.

“She didn’t need light…” Gwen said.

“What? You mean a spell?” Julia asked.

Those eyes came aglow with fury. Julia took a few steps back until she clued-in that this sudden bout of rage was brought on by her guess on the use of witchcraft. To avoid an escalation, Julia needed to come up with a plausible excuse… And fast!

“Whoa there,” Julia said. “Kaylee had her phone stolen, and Amber said something about ley lines…”

“Oh…” Gwen said, but her face remained suspicious. “A tracking spell…yes.”

“What time did she head out?” Julia asked.

“About eleven?” Gwen replied.

That news banished Julia’s energy bar to the pit of her stomach. It did not take much of an imagination to figure out what happened when they ran into one another.

“I’m going to go look for them,” Julia said.

“I’m going—” Gwen said.

“No,” Julia said sternly. “I need to do this alone.”

“Why?” Gwen said.

“These are not nice people,” Julia replied.

“But—” Gwen insisted.

“No!” Julia barked. “It’s best for both of us if I go alone. Now get all of this gear packed up, call a taxi, and find a hotel. If you need cash, I’ve got plenty.”

“Why?” Gwen asked.

“Because I don’t need to be on the lookout for the three of you,” Julia said. “I’ll need a phone number you can be reached at.”

“Okay,” Gwen said. “I can do that.”

Julia’s head snapped back with that reply. Despite her surprise, she would not waste the opportunity. However, there were a few things that needed to get done prior to leaving.

“Do you mind if I pack up before heading out?” Julia asked.

“Why’d you need to pack up?” Gwen countered.

Julia let out all the air from her lungs before sucking fresh air back through her teeth. She could now place where she knew that bartender from. Specifically, how that poor woman, a prisoner, had been groomed by Nikki, the inmate who attacked Julia and ran with The Sisters. This can’t be a coincidence.

She had an idea of what she was up against and had to let Gwen in on it. The elder would not like the news, but she needed to know how deep this shit was to keep her safe.

“I have a feeling they are being moved,” Julia said. “So, it might take me a while to find them.”

“Abducted?” Gwen said.

“Yes,” Julia said. “You need to lie low at the hotel. Pay with cash, and use a fake name. I’ll provide updates when I can, and if you hear nothing from me after a week…leave this place behind and call the authorities once you get home.”

“Why?” Gwen asked.

Julia observed that Gwen’s eyes were moist at the corners. The elder knew full well what those precautions were for, but she needed to hear it from someone else.

“I’m pretty sure the cops are in on it…” Julia said, before delving into further details on what happened and how Gwen could remain off the grid.

In an unexpected show of compassion, Gwen talked Julia into getting some shuteye. She even offered to take Julia’s ruck with her, which worked out well for her plan. I won’t need it where I am going.

Julia intended to sleep for an hour, but she slept through her alarm and woke up five hours later. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched out, but her body protested every motion. This is going to be rough…

“Shit!” Julia said. “Time to get up.”

Her hands reached for the envelope and hesitated. Julia knew she was not ready, not in the slightest, but she was sorely tempted to tear it open. This might be my last chance to see what’s in that envelope.

After a long sigh, she stowed the letter and grabbed what she needed for a shower. She would finish her preparations after washing off all that sweat and grime.

Julia was all packed and ready to go within the hour. The shower put some spring back into her step, and Gwen was nice enough to bring over something to eat. While this was an outward sign of kindness, Julia sniffed the meal. When nothing untoward reached her senses, she wolfed it down.

On her way to see Gwen, she looked over her would-be neighbours. Nothing had changed since they left for the party last night, no movement, sounds, nor any indication they came back, and those clues worried her. I wonder why no one else in this camp is talking about the party I crashed or the chaos afterward?

Prior to leaving, she met up with Gwen. The site was neatly stowed away into three distinct packs. The sight of those two lonely bags was enough to send her anxiety levels sky high. She took in several deep breaths to keep her emotions at bay. Focus on the mission.

“That was quick,” Julia said.

“I took my time,” Gwen said. “You must have been exhausted.”

“I was,” Julia replied. “Thank you for letting me sleep.”

Julia handed the elder one of her burner phones. She had more than enough to carry as it was.

“That’s a burner phone,” Julia said. “Press and hold 1 to reach me. I’m the only contact programmed in.”

“What about my phone?” Gwen asked.

“I’d avoid using it. They may have Kaylee’s or Amber’s phone and use them to track you down, or lure you into a trap,” Julia said.

After what she went through with John, Nikki, and that party, Julia had a different view of the world. She concluded that while monsters were real, few had the potential for exploitation, cruelty, and violence that humans had.

“Okay,” Gwen said.

“Keep the phones turned off. Check first thing in the morning, and after supper. The most important piece of advice I can give you is to stay off the grid,” Julia said.

She assumed whoever provided this gear could track both the phone and cards. That was not a bad thing. They might intervene, even if they haven’t done so yet.

“Thanks,” Gwen said. “Would you mind helping me with these two?”

“Sure,” Julia replied.

Now that the biggest stressors had passed, Julia found it easier to smile.

Julia was back in the abandoned industrial area. She made it in record time by hitchhiking most of the way. While the driver was headed to the next town over, Julia orchestrated a fight to get dropped off early. With any luck, my ride won’t figure out where I wanted to go.

The area had been razed, turned to ash, including most of the outbuildings. What worried her was the lack of emergency vehicles. Nothing had been cordoned off, nor were there indications a fire truck had been near here. Someone must have noticed the blaze last night… Well…I didn’t.

“Oh, shit!” Julia yelled and grabbed her mouth.

That explained why the others never came back last night. Julia felt her heart constrict as guilt washed over her. None of this would have happened if she had not probed them for information. In a way, it explained why Death knew her… I bring her a lot of clients… My fault…my—

“I—can—” Julia said between rapid and shallow breaths.

Julia collapsed to the ground, as the lack of oxygen shut down her brain. The last thing she remembered was seeing the smouldering ruins fade to black.

It was past noon when the incident at school wound down. The fire ran its course, and all that remained was a heap of burnt bricks intermixed with charred wood and ash. Despite the smouldering fire, the residual heat still warmed her cheeks.

Chelsea was long gone, emotionally gutted, after they pulled out more bodies from out of the rubble. Julia could relate. Her best friends were amongst the dead. One of which clearly had not been touched by the fire. There was a look of terror on her face.

Julia was not sure how or why she was still standing. She was cold and numb ever since the cops carried her away, as though her mind had no idea on how to deal with this level of trauma. This left her eerily calm, cool, and collected despite there being no reason to be. What’s wrong with me?

A truck took a sharp turn, and the wheels squealed as the engine revved up. As the vehicle pulled out of a corner, it braked hard and stopped within spitting distance of the cordoned-off area. Someone’s in a hurry?

Once she caught the sound of the idling engine, Julia turned to find the truck. Her boyfriend exited the cab and was searching for her.

Upon seeing Julia in the distance, he tried to cut through but was immediately intercepted by one of the few remaining officers. So, Julia took the long way around before it turned ugly.

“You can’t be here, sir,” the officer said.

The reaction caught her unawares, forcing Julia to stifle a giggle after hearing that last word. Her boyfriend may have been a couple years older than her, but he was way too young to be called sir.

“I’m just here—” her boyfriend said.

There was fire in those blue eyes. Julia had never seen him so driven before, which she found both alluring and sobering. Wait! Does that make sense?

“I’m here,” Julia said before the officer repeated themselves.

Julia’s boyfriend caught sight of her, smiled, and immediately apologised. The officer backed away but kept an eye on them. Only once Julia and her beau drove away did the officer return to their post.

“Asshole,” her boyfriend said.

“I know…” Julia found herself saying.

Despite her lips moving to say his name, no sound was made. Even her memories were incapable of producing an answer. Why can’t I remember his name?

“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked.

“I got lost in the moment,” Julia said. “How did you know I’d be there?”

“A co-worker told me,” he said. “His wife called. She was worried that we were still doing line work at the school.”

“Thank goodness for anxious spouses,” Julia said.

No response came, and Julia noted his aggressive driving. She heard the engine roar as he shifted into ever-increasing gears.

“What…” Julia said. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He refused to look at her. Instead, he took a sharp turn to the right. This route led home, and suddenly Julia was not interested in knowing the answer.

After they straightened out, he said, “There was another fire today.”

“Why can’t I remember his name?” Julia asked.

She woke up, face down in the dirt. All the while, her mind struggled to process what happened.

“Fuck. I must have been hyperventilating…” Julia said.

Julia pushed herself into a sitting position and checked for cuts and bruises. She peeked over the tall grass and confirmed there was no human activity. Not even sirens in the distance.

“Wait! There was long grass?” Julia asked.

She carefully got back to her feet and headed toward the spot where she last talked to Kaylee. While unsure of the precise location, it served as a starting point. Hopefully, I’ll be able to smell her…

Her initial entry point into the woods did not feel right. So, she moved further along the treeline until a familiar scent registered. Her mind conjured up the image of Kaylee, and the compressed grass further confirmed this was her starting point.

She closed her eyes and visualised the evening sky. Julia turned toward the camp, looked up, and saw nothing but fluffy clouds floating in a sea of blue.

“That’s where Mercury was last night,” Julia said, referring to that bright star Kaylee followed.

Below the horizon, there were signs of someone’s passing. The field of grass was cleaved neatly in two, and further on, there was a broken branch.

“She was headed the right way,” Julia said.

CHAPTER 16

BREADCRUMBS

Whe path was cut clear through the grass, with wider trampled spots that marked Kaylee’s passing. Julia imagined how the witch stopped to listen, before doing an all-around search. The frequency of these stops lessened as Kaylee’s confidence seemed to have grown. All thanks to Julia’s effort to keep them off her trail. She was making progress…

Kaylee’s scent lingered in the air. She occasionally inspected a broken branch or twig to confirm if it was her. While animals avoided human activity, it did not preclude a scenario where Kaylee stumbled onto an established path.

Julia lost the scent at the banks of a cheerful creek. Without regard for wet feet, she travelled straight across and found several imprints left in the mud, but none were human. I wonder…

She imagined the witch reaching the water. Based on the flattened grass behind her, Kaylee heeded her advice prior to the crossing. Imagine being mid-way through and seeing a pair of glowing eyes staring back at you…

From the tracks left behind, the most likely culprit was a racoon. Julia went up stream for no other reason than that was the direction she would take. After nearly rolling an ankle on the smooth rocks, she sighted a fresh set of footprints.

“You went off course,” Julia said.

The tree canopy here was thick. Kaylee must have had a hard time spotting the moon, let alone Mercury from the forest floor.

Kaylee had continued on the wrong vector until she reached a clearing. She then changed course and cut straight through the open field. Lucky no one was watching…

Julia followed the path and found a spot where Kaylee took a knee. She suspected it was to get under cover, but there was mud smeared on a rock before it happened. She tripped!

She tracked Kaylee’s path for another half an hour before coming up to a road. Julia crossed and found fresh tracks in the opposing ditch. The scent confirmed she was still on the right track.

The ground truth changed shortly after the crossing. The footprints left in the soft terrain were met with another set. While the boots were similar in size, there was no visible wear on the tread. I bet these tracks belonged to Amber.

Kaylee’s steps appeared to have resumed her trek toward the camp. However, the second set caught up and dragged her back toward the road. Amber and Kaylee got into a fight, with her mother insisting that her plan was the right one.

The footsteps turned chaotic at this point. There were signs of pacing, followed by another escape attempt. Again, she was stopped and forced back. What did you see?

Julia circled around the area and increased the radius with every loop. On her fourth iteration, she found another three sets of prints. These imprints were as old as Kaylee’s but originated from the road.

“What the…” Julia said.

Ten paces away, she caught a red flash of light from under a bush. Julia kneeled and caught the light reflecting off the surface of a phone. When she picked it up, a black-and-white screen lit up… Shit! This thing is about to give out.

Julia made a quick prayer and swiped up to bring up the interface. Thank fuck this phone isn’t locked.

She checked the messages, several of which originated from a panicked Gwen. She then went over the call logs and learned that Amber last called the police.

While low on power, Julia replied to Gwen and wrote, “Found this phone where they were taken. Amber’s last call was made to the cops. DO NOT trust them. J.”

“Hopefully, Gwen will trust this message,” Julia said. “Still, something about what happened doesn’t feel right.”

None of those footsteps fit the picture of a police officer. One wore cowboy boots, another wore sneakers, and the last one used work boots with soles worn down to an even surface. None of them have the scent of cops, either.

“So, two women wait for the cops. A car comes up the road. Kaylee clues in this is a deception and makes a run for it? With their covers blown, they gave chase?” Julia asked.

There was something missing, because the men’s footsteps never converged on the women. Why would Kaylee and Amber follow them willingly?

“Amber must’ve realised she fucked up and ditched the phone. They then searched for it,” Julia said. “That kinda works…still—”

She caught a glint from out of her peripheral vision and went to investigate. Right off the edge of the pavement there was a brass object.

“Well, hello there…” Julia said after picking up a shell casing. “Hmm, nine-millimetre.”

The casing was shiny and smelled of burnt propellant. Both were signs that it had been recently fired.

“This is how they got the upper hand,” Julia said.

While that answered her questions, it did nothing to outline where they went. There were two choices, with one heading back to town… That’s not what the pack would have done.

A dozen paces from where the casing was found, there were black tyre marks. They were thick nearer to town and thinned out as they headed away from it. While this was a guess, she figured they were headed deeper into the forest.

“Wherever they’re going, it’s not a well-travelled path,” Julia said.

The pavement was cracked everywhere she looked, and sometimes there were sizeable gaps in the road. This differed from the road leading to the observatory, because this damage was clearly related to neglect and Mother Nature’s onslaught.

“Yeah…nothing creepy up that way…” Julia said before kicking off. “Hopefully it’s not an abandoned amusement park…”

This was definitely not an amusement park, nor was it anyplace fun. The sight of the gatehouse was proof of that. Based on the rusted-out siding and the chain-link fence covered in autumn colours, this place had seen better days. All except for the barbed wire.

Julia peeked around a big tree and spotted sentries. One looked like a rancher right down to the cowboy boots, while the other would be right at home hunting wascally wabbit…

She did not think walking up to the gate was a viable plan. There were no guarantees they were alone, nor could she chance their presence being missed before she found Kaylee… And Amber.

Julia travelled deeper into the woods. She walked parallel to the fence for five minutes, in the hopes the distance afforded a measure of privacy.

“Perfect,” Julia whispered.

This entire area was overgrown. Above her head, there was a large tree with branches that went over the fence. That saves me from having to pull steel barbs out of my ass…

She climbed the tree and hung loosely from the branch. As she shimmed over, the branch leaned closer to the fence. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Maybe not?” Julia questioned.

She moved down until the branch rested atop the fence. She then swung over top and trapezed her way across. Once clear, she leapt off, causing the branch to shoot back into place. The ear-splitting thwack that followed might have given her reason to worry, but there were no signs of pursuit. Nevertheless, she melted into the forest.

The forest here was young, and given the poor state of the fence, vegetation had grown in after they abandoned the facility. She used the trees as natural cover, advancing cautiously while keeping an eye out for threats. Upon reaching the crest of a hill, she realised what she was up against.

“Barracks?” Julia asked.

Below, there were rows upon rows of long and narrow buildings in various states of disrepair. Most of the exposed wood was light grey, bordering on white, bleached by the sun.

Several roofs sagged in the middle or had collapsed altogether. The latter’s curvature reminded her of a saddle, which kept both ends upright.

“That’s peculiar,” Julia said.

There were aspects of the camp that were not military in nature. She spotted arches that borrowed heavily from Asian architecture, along with something that reminded her of a shrine. Wait? Was this an internment camp?

There was a larger complex further out. The multi-level concrete building with metal storm shutters made it an imposing sight. Nice little place they have here…

An isolated facility with a dedicated road was an invaluable asset for shady business deals. However, she suspected their business had little to do with alcohol, drugs, or weapons. This was the place where they brought Amber and Kaylee, and given what she had seen at the party her mind naturally made the connection. The ouroboros… Fucking human smugglers.

“I need to—” Julia said.

From the rooftop of the headquarters, Julia caught the flash from a rifle scope. She dropped to the ground and rolled back into the forest. Her fear of snipers was very real, all on account of her step-mother. Adrienne loved nothing more than to take potshots at mouthy teens… A real saint, that one…

“I’m fucked,” Julia said. “They know I’m here.”

She could make a run for it, but they were likely already converging on her. If I escape, they’ll just burn this place to the ground, or make the women disappear. That meant she needed to stash her pack and reach out to the unknown.

She ran to a large tree, dropped to her knees, and dropped her pack. With time running out, she reached for two items: the satellite phone and the envelope.

The rest of the contents, she stuffed into what looked to be a badger hole in between the roots. It doesn’t smell like it’s being used. She broke off some branches to cover the hole and her hoard. Let’s hope they don’t do a thorough search.

“Now it’s time to get a move on,” Julia said.

She pressed on the power button until the screen blipped. As the phone booted, she moved closer to the road. Whatever happened next, they had to find her away from the stash. This has gotta be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done…

After a solid minute of running, she dropped to her knees and checked the screen. There was no signal, meaning she needed to have a view of the sky to get a call out. Oh, that’s just peachy!

Julia went for the crest. By now, she had to rely on stealth, because there was activity approaching from every direction. A cracked branch here, grass moving in the absence of wind, and a few solitary footsteps made on hard surfaces. Who the fuck are these guys?

She ducked behind a tree for cover. With the sky visible, Julia was acutely aware that time was running out. Setting aside all the existential bullshit, Julia tore open the envelope and slipped out a single sheet of folded paper. Alone on the page, there was a phone number, written in that same distinctive and beautiful handwriting.

“Fucking figures with all these phones,” Julia said.

She grabbed the satellite phone and dialled the number. There was still no signal, so she had to delay being found for a bit longer. Wait! What if they find this phone?

“Oh!” Julia said.

From the depths of her pocket, she pulled out Amber’s phone and tapped on the screen. There was no signal and there was a one per cent charge. That might do!

Julia cycled through the settings and selected the ‘Factory Reset’ on Amber’s phone. With a couple confirmation prompts, the screen went blank except for a status bar. That will throw them off—

“Yes,” Julia whispered enthusiastically.

She dropped Amber’s phone onto her lap and grabbed the other. Without looking, she pressed ‘Send’ and waited.

Ring. Ring.

“Come on,” Julia said.

Ring. Ring.

“Fuck,” Julia swore.

Ring. Connection Established.

“Hello?” Julia said. Oh, right…satellite lag.

A snap was heard from behind, and it was close. Knowing she had less than a minute left, Julia left it to fate to decide.

“I need help,” Julia whispered directly into the receiver. “I think they’re human traffickers…and there’s no way I’m getting out of this.”

Without confirming an answer, she tossed the satellite phone into a nearby bush. With any luck, someone got the message.

Julia pocketed Amber’s phone and calmly walked forward until she was in full view of the valley. She hesitated but dropped to her knees and placed her hands behind her head. That’ll at least establish that I’m not a thre—

There came a sharp sting as two barbs penetrated her skin. Her vision was immediately blinded by a flash of light, as though she had been looking directly at a lightning strike. Meanwhile, her body convulsed and writhed in pain until she lost consciousness.

In the distance, nearly drowned out by the breeze, Julia heard, “Sorry, you have the wrong number.”

CHAPTER 17

THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES

What do you mean?” Julia asked.

Her boyfriend did not reply, nor did he have the wherewithal to face her. He pointed out the windshield toward Julia’s home. Julia relented. Dead ahead there were plumes of smoke, albeit smaller than the one at school.

“No…” Julia said. “No. No! NO!”

They spotted a barricade blocking the road that accessed the property. He pulled the truck over and Julia stared at the devastation. The property had gone up in smoke, leaving behind piles of ash and skeletons of blackened trees.

“Julia,” he whispered.

It felt like she was trapped under ice. Every word was elongated, muffled, and faint. Under the water, she was safe from all that pain and sorrow, but she would eventually need to break through or drown.

Julia recoiled as he touched her shoulder. She jumped out of the truck and ran off toward what was once her home.

“Julia!” he called out.

She needed to dive deeper, farther away from the world that spurned her. Better off under the ice, hidden from the world, than forced to face all that pain waiting above.

“No…” Julia said.

Her mind teetered between the dream realm and reality. In spite of her awakening to the world, Julia still felt as though she were weightless.

“Bitch is waking up,” said a man with a gruff voice.

“That won’t do,” another man said, one who could have easily passed as a radio announcer.

“No kidding?” Gruff said. “What do you wanna do?”

“If she wakes and breaks free,” Radio said, “we won’t find her again.”

“So, what do you want to do?” Gruff asked.

This pointless conversation was put on pause, and Julia realised she was being carried. Well, except for her feet being dragged over uneven terrain.

“So soon? We just doped her,” Radio said.

“What do you—” Gruff said.

“Fuck off,” Radio said. “How much farther—never mind…you’re just going to be a bitch and give me the same line.”

There was a pull to one side. Julia’s mind registered the change and her instincts warned her of the danger. Danger? I’m underwater…safe from the storm brewing above the waves.

“(I’m) underwater,” Julia whispered.

“Crazy bitch,” Gruff said.

“Fuck,” Radio announced. “I can’t see. Hold her steady for a moment?”

“What—” Gruff said.

“Fuck it,” Radio said before letting go.

That sent her hurtling toward the ground. In her mind, she was in freefall, with her heart beating wildly as the ground approached. What’s going on?

Gruff grunted but held on. That prevented her from hitting the ground, save for one arm that slapped the hard-packed soil. The man growled, irritated by the stunt Radio pulled.

“Fucker!” Gruff swore and let go out of frustration.

The rest of her slammed into the ground. The voice in the back of her mind asserted itself with a vengeance. Her eyes opened wide and saw two sets of legs. She tried to move, but her body would not cooperate. What the fuck did they give me?

“Shove it up your ass,” Radio said. “Wait…how is she wide awake?”

With a bit of effort, Julia spotted the two. Their eyes were glassy, shocked that she was staring back at them. When she sat up, they turned to look at one another.

“What am I going to do about it?” Radio asked after unslinging his weapon.

Julia felt a sharp blow to her head. Her vision was filled with lightning strikes before she faded into oblivion.

“Good,” Gruff said.

“Good,” the wind said.

Julia looked over the blackened devastation before her. Nothing had been spared of their home. The only thing still standing was the brick façade. A stiff wind will send that crashing down.

“Momma,” Julia whispered.

The lone tear rolling down her cold cheek was especially jarring. She rubbed the wet spot from her face, in awe it was there. Julia had cried before, but this was too much to process at one time.

“Madison…” Julia said.

How was she expected to cope? Her mother must have been home when this happened. The wounds she saw on Madison were animalistic, but controlled and precise. The timing between the two was too convenient to be coincidental. This must’ve been deliberate…

“Taylor…” Julia added.

No one deserved to die, especially not for her. Why was she so damn special? Why did she deserve to carry on? I can’t be the reason for all of this…

“Hey,” her boyfriend said.

Julia froze in place, unable to face him. She was ashamed that in all of this chaos, she had forgotten all about him. If they went after Momma and my friends, he must be next.

“Are you—” he said.

Julia looked at her ash-covered shoes as another tear dropped. The emotions swirling in her mind were overwhelming, but she had to get this off her chest. To steady her nerves, Julia bit the tip of her tongue, and the pain steadied her quivering lip… _That barely worked).

“Do you trust me?” Julia asked.

“Of course—” he replied.

“No,” Julia said. “That’s the default answer. It requires no thought on the consequences.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“My mother and my two best friends are dead,” Julia said. “It wasn’t God, or fate—”

“Julia…that’s—” he said.

“Crazy? Impossible?” Julia pressed.

“Julia…” he said.

She knew from that voice that he would not believe a word. She could relate, seeing how she was once the recipient of this very talk. Momma knew what I was and still loved me.

“Will he?” Julia asked.

That dream lingered in her mind, but like the others, it was more like reliving a memory. It reminded her of someone being shown the highlights reel of their life. The only place this would get an audience is in Hell.

“Why can’t I fucking remember his name?” Julia asked.

Answer or no, Julia realised there were more pressing concerns. First of all, she had no clue where she was. With the shit she went through recently, it was doubtful this was a spa. Get out of jail free…

“…end up in a dungeon,” Julia whispered.

With some effort, she got herself into a sitting position. Julia was atop an elevated concrete slab. In the middle of the space, there was a drain covered by a heavy grate. Well, that sets the mood…

There were no light fixtures, and the steel-plated door was reinforced with rivets. When she put it all together, Julia regretted her earlier comment. Be careful what you wish for…

“This definitely has the feel of a prison camp,” Julia whispered.

She was desperate to hear something other than her own voice. Julia could not stand the thought of being immersed in deafening silence, forced to live with her thoughts. At least my voice is familiar and non-threatening.

Her ears perked up after hearing someone sobbing. She focused on the sound, but it was faint, and impossible to find the source. For all she knew, the sound carried through the drains, or it could be a neighbour.

“Figured I wasn’t—” Julia said.

“You’re ruining (the) vibe,” a male voice filtered through.

The sobbing ceased, as though they were holding their tears. However, there was only so much someone could do to hold back a swell of emotions. The sobbing returned with a vengeance, providing her with a modicum of insight on the source. That’s Amber?

“(You) fuck(ing cunt,) I was (just about) there…” the voice yelled, which she recognised as Gruff. “Quit yer cryin’!”

That yell was accompanied by three hard slaps. When the crying stopped, Julia’s mind checked out. The stage opened up in her mind, and a concert with memory-driven musicians silenced the world as violence escalated.

By the end, Julia was rocking herself back and forth, humming along to a forgotten lullaby that she scarcely remembered. For the first time in her life, she wished to be back in that prison…

Without a natural source of light, Julia had no means of tracking time. Sounds were of no help, because they appeared to be active at random times. It was thought they were purposefully avoiding setting routines and patterns. They like to keep us guessing.

Amber was not the only one here. There were several distinct voices, all female, but none sounded like Kaylee. Where is she?

Besides Gruff and Radio, there were other rapists. One in particular she nicknamed Chef for the deep baritone voice and his insatiable sexual appetites. She called another Weasel, on account of their shifty voice that made dodgy used car salesmen appear trustworthy.

Julia was, in essence, blindfolded, while a horror movie played on in the background. Robbed of sight, her imagination ran wild. Every sound, like trays being slipped under doors, or footsteps passing by her door, filled her with terror. The regular dose of screams did nothing to temper her imagination.

To fend off these darker thoughts, Julia tried to keep herself company. She would either talk to herself or hum some tune until her throat was raw. They chose that moment to strike.

Their arrival was heralded by several approaching footsteps. Until this moment, there had only been one or two roaming these halls. There is strength in numbers.

Julia wanted to taunt them, but her throat was so dry she only managed a croak. They wanted to rob me of my voice…

She was scarcely prepared to deal with the flood of light. That white glow freaked her out. She scurried away from the creeping light until she was cornered. Julia shut her eyes, afraid to reopen them, fearful of suffering through post-concussion symptoms. I can’t deal with more migraines and nausea.

“Not so tough now?” John confirmed.

That voice aligned with her worst fears, but she would not yield. To prove him wrong, she forced her eyes open, and even through watering eyes, counted six silhouettes. Six for little ol’ me? They must be worried.

Unable to speak, she glared at the silhouette that was John and clenched her jaw until her teeth strained. All the while, her muscles twitched, ready to react.

There was no way she was going to walk out of here. However, why let them waltz in here and claim their prize? Somehow the men picked up on her aggression and hesitated. Do they know what happened at the club?

Reputation only went so far, especially when outnumbered. When the one farthest from her moved, Julia took one bound forward and growled. Fuck, that hurt! The move caught them by surprise, but John was unfazed, hell-bent on revenge.

“This bitch is being literal,” John said.

While John laughed, few dared to join in. The rest were leery of her living up to the story they heard. Still, Julia knew better than to step into the fray, but her guardian angel passed on sound advice. Piss them off!

Julia gave John the finger and blew him a kiss. When it came to ego, no one liked being mocked while attempting to play the part of the alpha male. Take the bait. TAKE THE BAIT!

John did not bite. Instead, he pulled back, permitting the rest of the group to move in. She needed to find a weak link, but there was nothing obvious. Who’s going to face my wrath?

“Get her!” John ordered.

Julia backed herself into the corner with her hands and pressed against the walls. When she noticed one of them was distancing himself from the others, she made her move. Three… Two… ONE!

She pushed off the wall and ran over the slab. Her feet connected with the edge to propel her forward. Julia lunged toward him with both arms outstretched, while one knee hung low like a sailboat’s keel. Time to show them my take on bowling…

Her momentum drove him to the concrete floor. She landed on the knee and drove it all the way between his legs. Between the hard impact to his head and rupturing a testicle, he was taken out of the fight.

At the sight of her victim coughing up blood, the remaining men backed off. Julia sprung onto her feet, ran over her victim, and rolled into the nearest corner.

They had trouble peering through the dark, especially after coming in from a well-lit hallway. Sensing an opportunity, Julia pushed off from the corner and went straight for the door.

She planned to slam the door shut, to leave her in a dark cell with them. However, as she positioned her shoulder for the impact, the door opened wider… Oh fuck!

It was like hitting a wall. Julia bounced off and lost her balance. Where the door had been, John stood in the light. She saw the jagged red slash marring those once-handsome features. He won’t be luring women so easily now.

“You’re mine now,” John said.

“NEV—” Julia tried to say, but her throat resisted.

“I’m going to enjoy—” John said as he leaned closer in a vain attempt to frighten her.

Julia responded with the only weapon she had left; she inhaled hard and spit, sending a wad of phlegm at his cheek. From the twitch in his eye, the man was pissed, but he had to keep his cool to save face.

“When we’re done with you,” John said, “not only will you suck dick on command, but you’ll swallow like a good little slut.”

All her adult life, Julia had lived with the ‘slut’ moniker. Her step-mother was the one who baptised her with that title, and to this day it never failed to evoke a reaction.

As rage flooded her mind, all the pain in her shoulder melted away. Given a minute, she would have taken the fight to them.

However, John was in no mood. He turned his back to her and said, “Break her.”

Julia was overwhelmed and held down by several men. As she struggled, another approached with an auto-injector…

“You always were pathetic,” Adrienne said, her laugh echoing throughout her mind.

CHAPTER 18

THE WITCHING HOUR

Julia’s eyes were heavy and her mind was dull, suffering from the effect of whatever drug they gave her. She was surprised any drug had a lasting effect. Normally drugs are out of my system before…

“Wait—” Julia croaked and regretted her attempt.

As the mind reconnected with her senses, Julia realised she was no longer on the slab, well, not entirely. She was bent over it, with her knees spread apart on the concrete. She further learned that her legs, stomach, and chest were cold. Where the fuck are my clothes?

To warm up, Julia attempted to back away, but something held her in place. She imagined it to be iron bands attached to chains, but the sound they made disagreed with that image.

There was pressure along her wrists and ankles when she attempted to free herself. The material strained under stress, but nothing budged. Velcro straps?

Pain reasserted itself, which gave Julia an idea of how bad things were. Her head throbbed, specifically her scalp, which filled her with the intense desire to scratch. Alas, the straps countered any attempts to do so.

Julia forced her eyes open. The world was a blur, and it would take time for her vision to sharpen. At least there is a bit of light…

“W—” Julia croaked and strained against her restraints as pain spiked. Stupid. Stupid! STUPID!

Julia pictured what happened while in a drug-induced stupor. Her nethers were throbbing in pain, and unlike the rest of her, the area radiated with heat. This went far beyond wiping too much or waking up after several rounds of rough sex… I doubt I could walk…

Something was oozing out of her, which further drove the point home. She moved to counter the discomfort and became acutely aware that something had dried all the way down her legs.

“Bastards,” Julia said in silence.

At first Julia wanted to cry, to crawl back into her head and hide from the world. However, she was so dehydrated there were no tears to shed.

“What the fuck did they do to me?” Julia motioned with her lips.

As a clump of her hair came into focus, Julia realised the true level of violence they wrought. Outside this cell, another woman moaned, one who did not sound like Kaylee or Amber. The moans were disjointed and disconnected from other related sounds. Just how high is she?

“…how dare they violate me—US,” Julia mouthed.

Julia wished she could block out the horror. Had she been able to move, Julia would have considered slamming her head against the wall. As it was, she could barely look up, let alone build up enough momentum to make it count.

That forced her to listen to the quickening breaths that marked that animal’s inevitable finish. Julia tried to think of something else, she even focused on all that pain, but her mind refused to disengage.

Several breaths after Weasel grunted and came, the woman went silent. What John had meant by breaking her gained clarity and that was a tough pill for her to swallow.

“How (did she) perform?” Gruff asked.

“She’s (a great ride. I think she’s) ready,” Weasel said.

“Good,” Gruff replied. “Make (sure she) can’t shoot up.”

“(You sure?) Won’t there be—” Gruff said.

“(I) do(n)’t give (a fuck),” Gruff said, “(We need) to make sure (she) suffers from withdrawal. (She needs to learn she’s) dependent on (us.)”

Like back in prison, drugs and violence were their primary weapons. Strip a victim of their comfort, their dignity, and sovereignty over their body to break them. The drugs were an added control, one that further bound women to their aggressors.

There was a way out, but she had to hold on until the opportunity presented itself. Her heightened metabolism and ability to heal were a gift and a curse. While it would prove costly to get her hooked, there was always violence…

“How long do I have?” Julia asked.

There was no obvious answer. Not from a place designed to disconnect a mind from reality. Still, it was easily a fortnight, which may as well have been never. That might change if I pretend to like it…

All she needed to do was play along. There were merits to making such a choice, the foremost of which was access to water and food. They might get bored with me or guess my motives—

“Pathetic,” Adrienne said.

That voice caused Julia to stiffen up. She scanned the room as best she could, but there were no traces of her. It’s all in your head.

“Do you think that matters?” Adrienne asked before laughing. “You’re a waste of skin.”

That woman had a way with words, and they flowed freely like snake venom through the veins of an unwitting victim. Adrienne always knew what strings to pull to rile Julia up. I would’ve loved to choke the life out of her!

“You failed at that too,” Adrienne taunted. “The one the harpy sent down that mine to save the girl, but she had to pull your sorry ass to safety.”

Julia’s vision went red, and rage fuelled her strength. She strained and fought against the restraints but succeeded only in cutting her wrists.

Adrienne cackled; the sound echoed within the cell. That’s why the cell is illuminated.

“You think you can spread your legs, beg for their cocks, and you’ll live wild on the hog?” Adrienne asked.

Her plan, when repeated as a question, forced her to reconsider the validity of those assumptions. She suspected they would see through her subterfuge and would turn on her when she least expected it. What about John…

“The only man you didn’t suck off,” Adrienne said. “How long do you think it’ll take for that scar to fade?”

The obvious answer was never, and there were sure to be consequences. John was the one calling the shots. The one who will not rest until I’m completely and utterly—

“Broken,” Adrienne said, before licking her lips as though she were about to bite into a piece of succulent pastry. “Crawling around on all fours like the bitch in heat you are. Begging for nothing more than a morsel of his attention.”

Julia had experienced first-hand the hatred Adrienne had for her. However, this outburst seemed excessive. They are oblivious to my past, and to your presence.

“Right,” Adrienne said. “Well…that won’t do. You need to suffer…”

Julia was certain Adrienne would drone on until the universe reached entropy. The dead didn’t have anything better to do, especially when they got off on tormenting those they hated in life. Go me…

She accomplished the impossible and tuned out her step-mother. Julia escaped into the depths of her mind and laid back against her island tree. When fatigue claimed its prize, Julia slept with a smile on her face.

Julia believed life could not get any worse. Her home was in ashes, her mother and best friends were dead. To add insult to injury, an attempt to tell her boyfriend the truth had driven him away… Literally.

It was difficult at that moment to not believe the world had it in for her. She did question why the universe had taken a notice of her. Who gave a shit about some god-fearing teen who kept to herself?

“No one, that’s who,” Julia said.

Julia wiped the tears from her cheeks, shouldered her backpack, and walked down the lane. She rarely ventured this way because this road did not lead to anywhere of consequence. However, on this day the destination did not matter, simply the distance.

“Where am I going to go?” Julia asked, and she gulped at the depth of that question.

Where could she go? Would she risk her friends in the church group? Was it better to mark her parish priest for death? How about crawling back to her boyfriend and telling him it was all a lie?

“I’m utterly alone,” Julia said. “The cops won’t believe a word of this.”

Julia was being drawn away from town. They had always lived on the outskirts, and being around people never bothered her before. So why were her instincts urging her to leave?

After hours of walking, Julia was out in the open country. Vehicles rarely came this way, and those that passed by paid her no heed. She craved isolation, hungered for it, and veered into a wooded lot. All to further distance herself from humanity.

She had never been through this tract of land before, and yet it was intensely familiar. There were paths criss-crossing throughout, and she knew which animals left what tracks behind. An odd bit of trivia, all thanks to her father.

“Perfect,” Julia said before setting sight on the ideal campsite.

“C—” Julia tried to say.

Her desire to swear came as a freezing jet of water hit her right between her ass cheeks. Oddly enough, the cool water and pressure soothed the pain. I’m pretty sure that’s not why they are doing this.

The stream of water then migrated over her back, causing Julia to curve her spine inwards. Some of that water splashed against the wall and washed over the slab. She used the opportunity to swallow a few mouthfuls of water. My god, I needed that.

“What’s that?” Radio asked.

“What’s what?” Weasel replied.

The sound of water running into the drain explained why she was secured this way. It offered ease of access and made it a snap to wash away the mess. The fact that it’s humiliating is just a bonus.

“Blood,” Radio said.

“Where?” Weasel said.

“Just there,” Radio replied, which was followed by another spurt of water.

The jet caused some of the blood to splash onto her bare skin. Even in this dim light, the watered-down crimson was clearly visible.

“Watch the door,” Radio said.

Julia guessed what would come next. She tensed up as the steps approached. When a hand came into contact with the small of her back, she tried to move, but the restraints held firm.

“Look at this mare buck,” Radio said and slapped her square on the ass. “This one has spirit.”

“She should be comatose,” Weasel said.

“You’re right,” Radio said before placing a foot to the left of her.

After the sound of tensing fabric, a knee came down on her spine, right between her shoulders. The pain brought on by pressure to her vertebrae actually created a light show in her vision.

Moments later, Julia heard one of her wrist straps being loosened, followed by the other. If not for the blinding pain, she might have tried to do something more than buck.

“Nasty bruising,” Radio said. “No visible cuts.”

“So, where did the blood—” Weasel asked.

“How should I know?” Radio retorted.

The excruciating pain, compounded by the inability to breathe, caused her to pass out. In an effort to delay the inevitable, she attempted to will her mind to remain conscious. However, that was like asking a mouse to chill out while trapped in the jaws of a cat.

“Stigmata?” Radio added.

“What the fuck—” Weasel swore just as she passed out.

Julia sat by a crackling fire, while leaning against her school backpack for support. The sun surrendered the sky over to the moon. Despite being isolated from all she knew, Julia was never more at ease.

That changed when the silvery light crept over the land and shone upon her face. For years, the moon had whispered in a language she did not understand. Tonight, her soul understood that she was being summoned.

The first to change were her eyes. As humanity drained from them, they were replaced by the yellow and black eyes of a wolf. Julia was richly rewarded with the improved vision, and the entire forest came alive.

She went to stand but collapsed as the bones in her legs dislocated. To compound the pain, they grew in density and size before reattaching themselves.

Her skin burned; she tore into flesh with her lengthening nails. The tears permitted her chest and muscles to expand, which gave way for a fine fur coat. What she could not reach fell off by itself, making a plop that turned her stomach.

Next, her skull deformed, unleashing pain that exceeded her ability to comprehend. She bit down so hard that her teeth shattered, along with her jaw at several points. This permitted her bones to lengthen and grow. Next came a set of fangs, capable of tearing into living flesh.

“I’m free,” Julia said as a howl.

Out in the distance, farther than any human could hear, she caught a reply. Her ears perked up and turned toward the source.

“Join us, sister,” Julia heard as a chorus of howls.

It was time to find her new family.

CHAPTER 19

ALONE IN THE DARK

As time went on in that dank cell, Julia saw more of Adrienne. Day in and day out, they would wash her down and have their way with her. As some sort of sick reward, they fed her nothing more than some foul-tasting protein shake.

She supposed they expected her to be grateful for being fed at all. However, she knew it was impossible to break the dead. I’m only worth something to them alive.

“You’re not worth a dime if you can’t be broken,” Adrienne said. “Find a balance to stretch this out.”

Getting such a nugget of wisdom from her step-mother was disturbing. Then again, this apparition loved to remind Julia how much she deserved to live a long life filled with bitterness and regret. It’s more rewarding to watch someone suffer.

“My only regret was not skinning you alive,” Adrienne said. “Those screams would have been like a sweet lullaby.”

“Goddammit, woman,” Chef said. “You know you like it!”

That deep voice boomed throughout the cell and dragged her mind back to reality. Based on observation, they would send in Chef to address behavioural problems. If they fought back, he administered a regimen of physical violence and raped them to correct them. If they gave up altogether, turning into some lifeless hole to fuck, he would address that as well. Few will pay to fuck a proverbial flesh-covered sex doll.

They failed to account for Julia growing accustomed to the pain. It was nothing compared to what she experienced when she turned, and far more predictable. Until she snapped out of her thoughts, Julia had not been aware he was even in the room.

Everything changed once Julia was consciously aware of what he was doing. While she had no interest in playing along, certain angles, motions, and stimulation did elicit a physical response. There was no worse humiliation than her body responding favourably to these acts of barbarism. I feel betrayed by my body.

“Moan, bitch!” Chef said.

Julia smirked after hearing that. They often used that word to degrade her, but there was comfort in embracing the werewolf within. She was in fact a bitch, and with every passing moment they risked learning first-hand what that entailed. We’ll see who’s my bitch then…

Chef slapped her ass. Julia grimaced but silenced her grunt. While she agreed with Adrienne’s advice, she was determined he would not win this time. I know how to shake you off.

There came another slap across her ass, strong enough to leave a bruise. Julia clenched her teeth, with her tongue caught in the middle. She tasted the iron in her blood, powerful enough that she fought back her desire to vomit.

There came another slap across her ass, and Julia could no longer hold back the blood. The crimson fluid ran down her face and pooled on to the slab.

“What the…” Chef said and leaned over her ass to have a better look.

This was her chance. Julia forced her head to the left as far as it would go. While there was little room to manoeuvre, it was enough to set an eye on this monster. He’s nothing but an inhuman blob…

When Julia had been captured, she could make out her captor’s faces. Gruff appeared like a mountain man, Radio had grey eyes that appeared to glow in the dim light, whereas Weasel had a veiny nose that came part and parcel with heavy drinking.

Chef was introduced later when the others failed to break her, so she knew him only as a blob. Now they all looked like motion blurs on a picture taken in low-light conditions. If not for their voices, she would have had no way of telling them apart. I can’t even feel the difference anymore.

No matter, Julia took a deep breath and forced out the air through her mouth. Her cheeks bulged before her lips parted and sent a spray of blood toward her target.

“That bitch got blood in my eyes!” Chef yelled.

Before Julia could gloat, there came three pinches in rapid succession on her calf. This was a frightfully fast and efficient tool to deliver sedatives. I fucking hate that thing!

“I’m going to kill you!” Chef threatened.

Two ran into the room, and what followed sounded like one hell of a scuffle. She was not sure what was going on, but she imagined them holding back Chef from tearing her apart.

“They…want her…alive,” Radio said between breaths.

“That’s my girl,” Adrienne said.

Julia was not sure whether she should vomit or beam with pride upon hearing such praise. Either way, she was well on her way to dreamland, but that tidbit of information gave her a measure of hope. They can’t just kill me.

Julia ran through an open field, with the long grass cooling her paws. At this time of night, the dew had settled on the blades of grass… Wait! I’ve had this dream before.

She let the dream play out, like it had before. The first time had been a year ago, where she dreamed of hunting down her doppelgänger. That was my way of working out the fact the pack was not my family.

When this journey began, their prey had been her mother. While the precise meaning eluded her, she suspected the pack played a part in her mother’s death. Why did it take so long for me to figure that out? Simple. I was vulnerable and desperate to belong.

So, what should she expect this time? Would it be her guardian angel? How about her father? No, it won’t be him. He would’ve deserved it.

With their prey in sight, Julia became hyper-focused. She made out the dirt-covered overalls, short hair, and work boots. They hunted vagrants down occasionally, but this one’s gait and attire were entirely familiar.

As expected, she spotted the males driving in. This scene played out like the other times. He even turned back toward the pack and charged.

“Julia!” The man with piercing blue eyes said… Oh fuck no!

In a place this fucked up, reality and logic were often reversed. For five days they left Julia alone, on account of her period and the smell. The idea of a bit of blood turning off career rapists was laughable. How many times did I hear these fucks bragging about deflowering virgins?

The isolation was not all rainbows and unicorns. She was left with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. After remembering turning for the first time, her dreams were vivid, violent, and animalistic.

It was empowering to see herself as the alpha predator, especially the rush she felt when they ran someone down. The power experienced as they tore into their belly while they begged for mercy. However, her resurfacing humanity forced her to consider the ramifications of these grotesque acts. What about their families and loved ones?

Guilt routinely gnawed at her, and reawakening her empathy made Adrienne’s taunts more biting. It was enough to make Julia doubt her ability to make it through fourteen days. This was not necessarily out of concern for her survival, that much was assured given earlier statements. However, she was genuinely concerned they would break her or plunge her into a pool of insanity. Just hold on…

After the hiatus, these monsters were roaring to go. They washed her down in cold water and spritzed the place up with an aerosol-based spray. With the last remnants of her shame washed away, they came for her.

Julia had grown numb to their methods. However, this onslaught left her feeling like a fawn being hunted down by a pack of wolves. They were relentless and unceasing, intent on prolonging the experience for as long as possible.

The never-ending stream of men left Julia on the verge of exhaustion. She eventually succumbed to sleep, but to further their goals, they injected her with adrenaline. There would be no escape and they forced her to experience wave after wave of horror until she was utterly desecrated.

They left her bound and alone with her thoughts. While Adrienne was mercifully quiet, Julia wept, but refused to whimper or make a sound. Silent tears were her solace, the only way she knew to experience emotion without giving them any reason to return. They nearly broke me!

The outrage was soon overcome by the realisation of how much trauma she endured in a short time. To call these things humans implied they had an ounce of humanity left in them. Were we much better?

“I can’t…” Julia whispered and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from breaking down.

There came a sound from the back of the cell. Julia’s ears perked up, and she strained to catch a glimpse. The dark skin, raven-black hair, and white dress were all she needed to know.

“Are you here for me?” Julia asked.

In that moment, Julia would have happily surrendered to Death. It would be a fitting end to all this pain and humiliation…

“No,” Eleanor replied.

Eleanor snapped her fingers. Presumably to put the world on pause and prevent any interruptions. I can’t even tell if time is frozen within this cell.

“Oh,” Julia said as tears rolled down her burning cheeks.

“I was here for another,” Eleanor said. “Sadly, they were…unwilling to move on…”

“Why?” Julia asked.

She was surprised she still cared about what went on beyond this cell. What good will knowing do for me?

“It’s best not to ask,” Eleanor said before letting out a deep sigh.

“It weighs on you?” Julia asked.

“It does,” Eleanor replied. “I can’t force a soul to move on…”

“I feel you,” Julia said.

“I can see that,” Eleanor replied.

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know when the full moon is due?” Julia asked.

Even without the guarantee of a response, Julia was practically humming with excitement. Even a hint would be better than going on in this quagmire of time.

“I haven’t looked,” Eleanor responded. “I’m also not permitted to say.”

“What!” Julia yelled, and just as quickly, her anger dissipated into the ether. “Why?”

“Interference,” Eleanor said. “If I tell you that it’s twelve days out, it might discourage you, and you’ll find a way to end your suffering. If I tell you it’s tonight, you may flirt with fate and force them to put you down.”

While that was a reasoned and logical response, a part of her believed Eleanor wanted to keep Julia in the dark. A desire to leave her to suffer in a custom-tailored version of hell. Is that where I am? How could a simple answer shift her fate so easily? How can anyone be so cruel?

“You’ve been in the presence of Death since you were an infant,” Eleanor said. “Many like you were driven to madness, and yet you fight on…”

Eleanor’s soft hand lightly brushed against the small of Julia’s back. While the intent had been to soothe, it may as well have been direct contact with molten metal. Julia recoiled at the touch, but Eleanor did not break away.

“You may not want to hear this,” Eleanor said, “but you are stronger than most.”

After hearing Eleanor’s fingers snap, that gentle touch was gone.

“You’re right, I didn’t want to hear it,” Julia said.

“Give them hell,” Eleanor whispered from out of the shadows.

“Julia?” a girl asked.

Julia stirred but did not react. The voice was unfamiliar, and she dismissed it as being part of a long-forgotten dream. Who did I fuck over this time?

As the Velcro bindings were loosened, she was further roused from her tear-induced slumber. Why can I move my legs?

“What the—” Julia asked.

“Julia?” the girl repeated.

“Yes—” Julia replied before catching a whiff of that scent.

There was a corpse in the room. Even in human form, the scent of death filled her with a burning desire to vomit. Why would the sworn enemy of werewolves set me free?

Free from her infernal bindings, Julia was able to move. Alas, she had been bound for so long she could barely hold herself in place. To think I imagined myself making a heroic escape…

“Here. Let me help?” the girl asked.

“No,” Julia hissed.

Without any assistance, Julia slid off the slab and curled up into the foetal position. This gave her a good look at the blonde girl in her early teens. The most telling detail was those eyes; they belonged to someone who made history, not to someone reading about it.

The girl held out a hand, and this time Julia reached back in kind. The corpse helped her onto the slab, and she settled into the corner. In my state, she could suck me dry and I could do fuck all to stop her.

“Why are you here?” Julia whispered.

“You made a call before they caught you,” the girl replied. “They tracked down the signal, and they sent me to find you.”

“A girl?” Julia asked and cringed.

It was fortunate this corpse did not take the question personally. Julia heard tales of child-like vampires who were centuries old. Most were touchy about being called or treated like children. Some had gone into homicidal rages for being called a child.

As her eyes further adjusted to the dark, she realised this girl wore a black tactical uniform. Julia could have easily been convinced she was dreaming, if not for the constant pain and that distinct smell of death. I’ve never heard of a corpse playing soldier.

“I was the closest asset they had,” the girl replied. “You can call me Grace.”

“Jul—” Julia said. “Going to spring me?”

“Can’t,” Grace replied. “There’s not enough time for an extraction before the sun rises.”

The sun was a real problem for corpses. Julia was certain whoever sent Grace had knowingly put her in harm’s way. Not to mention, their kind hated the wilderness, because that was historically werewolf territory. Before we took over the slums…

“They asked me to deliver something and pass on a message,” Grace said before a sadistic smile overtook those features. “However, they never said I couldn’t free you from your restraints or have a bit of fun along the way.”

The words were simple, but Julia’s mind was so foggy she missed the nuances entirely. That last part hinted Grace had or would kill someone to create a diversion, which would keep the rapists distracted for a while.

“Okay…” Julia said, even though there was no one home.

From out of her pocket, Grace pulled out a vial. The sight of the glowing liquid made Julia salivate. She had seen Ambrosia before and knew the effects. While this was the nectar of the old gods, the healing effect it had on creatures like her was miraculous.

“Here,” Grace said. “They said to remind you that you can’t waste a drop.”

Despite her salvation being offered by a natural enemy, Julia reached for the vial. She cupped her hands, and Grace placed it gently upon them. Julia grasped the container, went back in her corner, and popped the cap.

She shoved the open end straight into her mouth and looked at the ceiling. The liquid flowed freely onto her tongue, and her mouth came alive. That’s the good stuff!

“Lie down, please,” Grace said. “They told me you might pass out.”

“Okay,” Julia replied, no longer afraid of there being a corpse here with her.

While her body protested the effort, she was truly thankful for no longer being restrained, even if this freedom lasted for no more than an hour. When she closed her eyes, Grace reached over and moved that unwashed mass of hair away from her ear.

“Remember this…” Grace whispered.

The facility was quiet the next day. There were no assaults, nor any food deliveries. Julia was passed out for most of it, busy convulsing from the effects of Ambrosia. By the end of it, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, as though she had been fighting off a viral infection.

Late that day, they opened the door to her cell and found she was out of her restraints. It must have been Gruff who found her because his voice bellowed throughout the cell and down the hallway. Within a minute, several footsteps converged on her.

“How did—” Weasel asked.

“Who cares?” Gruff countered. “Find him.”

“But—” Weasel said before catching that look.

Julia did not move, barely aware of their presence. She did not resist, nor protest when they grabbed her and secured her legs facing away from the slab.

A fresh set of footsteps echoed down the hall. She felt a prick to her arm, and her mind clouded over. As an act of unexpected mercy, the drugs negated the immediate reactions to being hosed down.

As the effects dissipated, Julia unravelled what was going on. Her time in this hole had borne fruit—she only needed to play out her part perfectly. I wonder if they will buy it?

“Fools,” Adrienne said.

“See,” Gruff said after footsteps stopped at the door. “She’s as harmless as a kitten.”

Julia swirled her head as though she were listening to slow rhythmic music. She was not sure if the motions were accurate, but she had seen some of the homeless act like this after shooting up.

“Really?” John asked.

“I’m sure of it,” Gruff said. “Look at those cheeks. She cried herself to sleep but was scared we’d hear it.”

“This is your chance,” Adrienne said.

“If you’re so sure, whip out your cock and put it to the test,” John said.

Julia expected Gruff to back away or make up some lame excuse. However, no one knew there was a werewolf in their midst who yearned to give into the call of the wild whispered in her ear. Things are about to get interesting.

Riding high on his ego, Gruff unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. Even from here Julia could smell it, the combination of urine and ejaculate. The odour was so strong she dug a nail into her thigh just to keep from dry heaving. Smells like the men’s room at the truck stop.

“With pleasure,” Gruff said.

The odour increased in potency as he approached, so Julia breathed through her mouth to compensate. All of their eyes were on him, which explained why they missed the rivulet of blood running down her leg.

When his flaccid penis reached her lips, Julia wanted nothing more than to back away. However, she fought against her instincts and let him in.

“Lure him in and they’ll lower their guard,” Adrienne said.

While that lessened the stench, the salty aftertaste proved worse. She had to bury that nail deep into her skin as his pulsating penis grew erect inside of her. It was fortunate that the pain she caused came out like a moan.

“Shh,” Gruff said. “Just suck, baby.”

While that was the last thing on her mind, Julia needed to push through this. She reached for his shaft, handling it slow and awkward as though stoned, or did until she found her stride.

“Get him nice and hard,” Adrienne said.

Julia stroked him while applying light suction at the tip. Everything about this was wrong, but she was not about to waste this opportunity.

“See,” Gruff said. “Kitty likes it.”

Julia felt blood flow through his cock and realised his heart rate dropped. He must have had serious doubts going in but was not about to look like a coward in front of his boss. Julia fed on that fear, which emboldened her further.

“Tease him,” Adrienne said.

Julia broke contact with her mouth while she continued to stroke him. She curled her hand around the shaft while maintaining pressure and speed. To sell her deception, she opened her eyes, looked upon the blood-engorged organ and faked a smile.

“All the way,” Gruff ordered.

She did as requested, took it back in, and shifted her position to accommodate all of him. By that point, she could no longer breathe, but that mattered little to the likes of them. I’m glad I never got into porn…

“Eyes on me,” Gruff said.

Her face turned red, while saliva and pre-come dripped off in globs onto her chest. Sensing an opportunity, Julia rolled her eyes across the room before looking up. That gave her an idea of where the men were located, including John.

“Wait…” John said. “Her eyes aren’t dilate—”

“Now. Now! NOW!” Adrienne said.

It was now or never. She winked and bit down hard. Blood pissed into her mouth, and she greedily swallowed what she could in anticipation of what was to come. Gruff did not react initially. At first there was a pause, followed by a wince, and then a long scream that transitioned to a soprano.

She relaxed her bite, repositioned, and bit down again. Julia repeated this several times until the vascular tissue was severed. Other than Gruff, no one else reacted, at least not until he pulled himself away and left a blood trail behind him.

Her blood-covered face shone in the light, with a piece of minced meat between her lips. She smiled, so no one would notice her eyes had transitioned to those of a predator.

“Make them fear you!” Adrienne yelled.

Julia chewed loudly, working through the rubbery material. When thoroughly chewed, she swallowed and got on all fours.

“You boys like it when I swallow? Right?” Julia asked.

A nondescript blob rammed the butt of his rifle against the side of Julia’s head, but she did not budge. He repeated the process once, twice, and thrice. On the third hit, she dropped to the floor, with a tuft of fur growing out from the bloody gash…

CHAPTER 20

DARK HEARTS

For those uninitiated to a human’s metamorphosis into a werewolf, the sounds and visual effects were the stuff of nightmares. The men watched on in horror, slack jawed, and unaware of the threat taking literal shape before them.

John slipped out through the door and walked down the hall to avoid a stampede. That left Julia with plenty of fodder back in the cell, but by the time Julia stood on her hind legs, a ten-foot tower of fur, muscles, teeth, and claws, there was no one left… Save one.

In the middle of a pool of blood, Gruff lay at the centre, with a complexion that complemented the concrete. Her stomach gurgled. She sniffed and tore into his abdomen. That chunk of muscle, fat, and viscera was both divine and a welcomed nourishment. Finally, I can put these bastards to good use.

Her decision to chew on this man was both practical and personal. With medical intervention, this rapist might survive losing an appendage, no matter how small. Taking a bit out of him ensures a kill.

She pawed at her nose, sniffed, and pushed through the doorway. As her head cleared the frame, a red fire extinguisher smashed into her skull. Werewolves were hard-headed, so the vessel deformed and ruptured on impact.

That man’s gamble failed, made clear once the carbon-dioxide cloud dissipated. Julia caught sight of the frost-covered idiot. He looked over what was left of the extinguisher, and then at the enraged werewolf. Out of options, the man cringed and backed away.

Annoyed, her jaws bit down around his scrawny neck and snapped the vertebrae. The breaks resounded throughout the hallway, further hastening those running away. Blood spurted into her mouth, and the excess dripped from her jaw. With the sheer number of prey on offer, she could not afford to play with her food. I’ll save that fun for a select few.

With a slam against the wall, the man’s head tore clean off. In need of calories, she took a chunk from his hind leg and chewed the muscle and fat. To catch the scent of her next target, she licked off the bloody mess over her snout and sniffed the ground.

“Most of them ran this way,” Julia said.

As a werewolf, those words came out as howls that literally made several shit themselves. While that would make it easier to find the men, it would also traumatise the women. Oh fuck!

Her ears turned forward and heard rounds being chambered. By the sounds of it, they were planning an ambush. How cute! They think they have a chance…

Julia kicked off down the hall, her rear claws scarring the floor. She built up speed and took a tight turn, but poor traction caused her to slam into a wall. The impact left visible cracks in the cinder block but did not slow her progress toward a large steel door.

She built up speed and slammed head first into the door. The impact left a serious dent, but it did not budge. Julia howled with rage, and several on the other side scurried. Little pig, little pig, won’t you let me come in?

She got on her hind legs and pounded the edges of the door. Again, the metal deformed, but the door stood fast. She examined the door and realised it was rolled into place and was going nowhere, not without significant effort. At least they won’t be able to open it now.

Julia scanned the area while laughing like a hyena. That should make them piss themselves. On her left, she spotted a security room window and slashed at the wall, rendering the cinder block to dust until she had her opening.

“Time to get some, boys,” Julia howled as she leapt through the wall.

Julia counted fourteen dead. She tore out the throat of a man writhing in pain to silence him entirely. That makes fifteen.

There were pools of blood littering the floor and splatter throughout. While most of the arterial spray came from slashes or blunt-force trauma, shaking her head while biting into a chest cavity of her victims did paint the twelve-foot ceilings red.

She licked her nose and sniffed around. This was a high-traffic area with strong scents leading in every direction. There are no obvious paths to follow.

Julia’s ears focused on stray sounds and found something nearby. Julia followed the sound into a corner of the room to find a man still breathing. This was nearer to where she breached the room. He was probably tossed into the corner and lost consciousness when I breached the room.

There was nothing familiar about him, therefore there was no immediate need to kill. He might even prove useful down the line. Before approaching him, she reached into the chest of a nearby victim and tore off a rib. Time to return to Adam his down payment on Eve…

She positioned him against the wall and stabbed the man in the shoulder. The rib buried itself into the wall, hindering escape. When he screamed, she slapped him across the face with the back of her paw to knock him out cold. Where was I?

Julia searched for stray sounds, discounting those made by prisoners. A small group was making a run for it. This might have been a problem, had Grace not briefed her on some of those liberties she had taken.

“Come (on)!” Radio said as he opened a truck door and slipped inside the cab.

“(I’m) coming!” Weasel yelled.

The man jiggled his keys while searching for the right one. The high-pitched sounds wreaked havoc on her hearing. Nevertheless, she caught the key being inserted into the ignition and turned.

After a click, there was a low-frequency vibration. While most of the shockwave was absorbed by the walls, the floor carried the sound to every cell. Grace had wired the vehicles to detonate, cutting off their escape. Good girl.

“Oh, shit!” Julia howled.

Grace had also placed charges throughout the facility, and time was running out. Not to mention that her appearance as a creature of myth and nightmares complicated matters. I’ll need some help.

Who, the question to ask? Anyone unfamiliar with a werewolf will make a run for it or panic… The witches…

The answer posed a challenge. Julia did not know where the women were located and communicating as a werewolf was daunting. She doubted these animals kept detailed records on who they kidnapped. Such evidence would prove damning in court.

There was one option left to her, and Julia did not care for it… Round and round I go…

After all that gunfire, screams, and the blast, this place was as quiet as a tomb. For a werewolf, stealth was out of the question, so she lumbered along on all fours, sniffing through the thin spacing left below the doors.

Most of the cells had a faint odour of mildew and dust. Julia dismissed these immediately. The pattern led her to suspect the captors liked to spread the women around. We can’t comfort one another that way.

Every so often, her sniffing caused the occupant to scurry, or struggle against their restraints. The inability to ease their fears or calm the panicked women left Julia torn. Great! I fucked them up even more. If only—

Julia caught the scent of something familiar. She kept her nose to the floor while her ears scanned for threats. Three doors down, the source was unmistakable, although stronger than she remembered. There was something else, the sickly-sweet odour of death—Oh no!

She pushed the door open and, like her own cell, there were no sources of light inside. For good measure, she slammed the door to deform it, preventing anyone from trying to lock them in.

There were no sounds, no breathing, and worst of all, no heartbeat. Julia whimpered, recognising the naked girl lying on the slab. Those facial features were unmistakable, although Kaylee had lost considerable weight, as judged by those protruding ribs.

The needle and surgical tubing at Kaylee’s side were a clue as to the cause. When factoring in the vomit, wide glassy eyes, and cracked lips, it formed the narrative. She actually had a shot at a good life.

She slammed the floor with a paw until the concrete cracked. Unable to hold back her emotions, she howled and freaked out everyone nearby. I don’t care; I need this.

Julia ended up here because of the foolhardy promise she made to Gwen. To survive this place, her thoughts rarely strayed to anyone else. I really am a piece of shit.

If werewolves could cry, she would have. That left her envious of the ability to mourn like a human. I…I…I need to find Amber.

Julia found Amber nearer to her cell, which explained how Amber’s voice carried more easily than others. Julia lingered outside the door, concerned about how this reunion would play out. I can’t easily explain to her what happened to her daughter.

Julia pawed at the door, but her claws sounded like rusty nails running down slate. Shit!

“Go away!” Amber yelled.

Amber certainly held on to her charming personality through this ordeal. However, there was little anyone could do to prevent a werewolf from walking in.

Julia whimpered and pushed on through. She slammed the door and popped it off its hinges. To avoid making more of a racket, Julia grabbed the door and leaned it against the wall. The unhindered view of the hallway flooded the room with light.

“I said,” Amber said, “get the fuck away!”

The venom in those words was one thing, but the memory of being forced to drink poison was the trigger. She was sick and tired of feeling unappreciated, and perhaps death was a kindness for these women. Who wants to go on living with the shit they went through? Do I?

“Put the bitch out of her misery,” Adrienne ordered.

Julia rose onto her hind legs, towering over this naked and vulnerable woman. She could see the awe in those eyes, and the slack jaw. Amber caught sight of those claws and inhaled sharply. Instinct must have kicked in, because she scurried into the corner where, in this cell, the light shone brightest.

Amber was covered in bruises and welts. The latter of which were sure to leave scars. One of her eyes was swollen, permitting little more than a glimpse at the iris. To add to her ordeal, some of her nails were missing…

“And I thought I had it bad…” Julia thought.

“End this bitch,” Adrienne ordered.

“No,” Julia thought.

“How dare you disobey—” Adrienne barked.

“Get…out…of my…fucking…head…you cunt!” Julia thought.

The sight of that battered face elicited memories from deep within her subconscious. Her eyes rolled up into the top of her head, and this tower of fury and fur collapsed. The ground shook with the impact, or it seemed that way when Amber jumped.

Despite the open door, the gobsmacked Amber did not run. Her eyes never left the werewolf who, moments ago, had been poised to end her life…

“…please,” her David pleaded. Wait! That’s right, that was his name. How the fuck could I forget that?

Pack members had taken turns beating on him, pummelling David relentlessly until he collapsed. They would then wait till he regained consciousness to start all over again with a fresh group.

They knew every trick, every pressure point. David begged for death, but they responded by cutting out his tongue. When that failed to silence him, they hit him hard enough to take the wind out of him. His life was in their hands, and no human would ever dictate terms.

“Humans are weak,” Adrienne whispered.

The man who ventured into the woods alone to find her was not weak. It took a lot of courage to risk life and limb for someone they loved.

“A filthy animal,” Adrienne whispered.

Julia had known nothing of Adrienne before joining the pack. For hours, her step-mother made comments and passed on her wisdom. Those words were poison; they crept into the recesses of her consciousness until they were echoed back. Adrienne has set up shop inside my head.

Later on, Julia realised why Adrienne behaved the way she had. The woman lusted for power, and Julia joining the pack further removed her influence over the Alpha. That poison Adrienne spat had one goal in mind, and that was to drive Julia away from her favoured position and move William, her son, closer to the throne. If only I knew then what I know now.

“He is beneath you,” Adrienne said. “Lesser than.”

Her father eventually got into the fray, the same man she remembered fondly from her childhood. Now he took the lead in dealing with David and it promised to be gruesome. Julia tried to turn away, but Adrienne forced her to watch.

Her father unleashed three punches in rapid succession, every hit focused on the left eye. David’s head recoiled back in response, and Julia jumped in shock. That last hit made something snap.

The Alpha pulled away, giving Julia a clear view of that swelled eye. Blood pooled in the tissue, which made it impossible for the man to open his eye. Those piercing blue eyes were gone, with one closed off to the world, while the other lost its shine.

“Nothing but a piece of meat,” Adrienne said.

To drive his point across, her father backed off and wound up for a punch. The impact was focused on the nose, crushing the septum and causing blood to splatter. Julia once more tried to turn away, but Adrienne was determined nothing would be missed.

The man hit the floor and whimpered. That attack had taken the fight out of him. They were helpless to move, and he wheezed with every laboured breath.

“Inferior breeding stock,” Adrienne whispered. “Trying to spread his vile seed.”

A fleeting thought on a witty retort went through her mind but faded into the ether. When a faint echo of that thought returned, she rejected it outright.

“It doesn’t deserve me,” Julia muttered.

Adrienne’s stern features were replaced by a sickly smile. Instead of another dose of poison, Adrienne nodded, and the Alpha responded.

Someone handed the Alpha a knife. It was a large, double-edged affair with a serrated edge on one side.

“Move and I’ll cut you,” her father warned.

The human did not move, but her father had other plans in mind. He pulled the overalls tight and punctured the fabric, before cutting around the groin. Her father had lied, because crimson soon stained what remained of their work pants. Next, the Alpha cut through the underwear… What the—

The rest was both graphic and brutal. While the human bucked, others held him down. The Alpha cut into the soft tissue, reached inside, and tore out two masses. The crowd roared with laughter when the testicles were crushed under the heel of his boot. With the energy of the crowd being so infectious, Julia unwittingly joined in.

“He deserves no mercy,” Adrienne said.

“(He deserves) no mercy,” Julia repeated.

The last thing she remembered was this wretch crawling toward her. Julia backed away, because she had no desire to dirty her boots. The human made some sort of gurgling sound that was vaguely reminiscent of her name.

She avoided looking it in the eye. This was nothing more than a filthy human, to be used and abused as she saw fit. Why would she give it the time of day? Why would it presume to know me?

“Are we done?” Julia asked.

“Of course,” Adrienne replied.

Julia turned right around and walked on out. From now on, she would live life on her terms.

Before Julia left the room, the Alpha announced, “Take this engineer away and dress his wounds When he heals, put him to work in the powerhouse.”

CHAPTER 21

NEATLY TIED WITH A BOW

If there was a constant in the universe, it was that werewolves did not faint. They might get knocked out, or succumb to their wounds, but they did not fall over like some Victorian lady suffering from the vapours. Go, me…that’s got to be one for the record books.

Julia woke up in a start, like a cat interrupted on their twelfth nap of the day. She was on all fours, her back curved toward the ceiling, with claws digging into the floor. She was ready to pounce, or she was until she spotted Amber cowering in the corner. The sight of the frightened woman brought forth details of that dream. No wonder I deserved to rot in prison…

“I—” Julia said before realising verbal communication was a non-starter.

She sat on her hind legs to appear less threatening. Julia then bit her index finger until she bled and wrote out on the wall. Werewolves were not known for their fine motor skills, so she took her time to make legible letters.

“Help?” Amber read out loud.

Julia tapped on the word and pointed to herself. She paused a moment before pointing again at the word and pointed at Amber. I hope this works.

Amber hesitated before asking, “Help me help you?”

Julia nodded vigorously, panting like a puppy being presented with their favourite treat. She then pointed at the word and twirled her hand around the room.

“Help…the cell?” Amber guessed.

Julia shook her head. More words were needed to speed things along. She added ‘evac’ and ‘place.’

She tapped on ‘help,’ followed by her chest. While this was already established, she wanted to build on what they knew. Next, she tapped on ‘evac’ and pointed to both of them. Lastly, she repeated the circular motion over her head before tapping on ‘place.’

“Help me to evac…uate us out of this…place?” Amber asked. “Why do you need…”

Julia was nodding throughout. To answer, her head fell to the floor and whined.

“You found her?” Amber confirmed.

Julia simply nodded and whimpered. That was the best way this killing machine could think to emote sadness.

Amber did not outwardly break down. While there was turmoil in those eyes, her quivering lower lip, and tearing eye cleared up in a flash and left behind a face was etched in stone. I wonder if I looked the same when my school burned down?

“Why not reach out and bring back help?” Amber asked.

She considered another round of charades. However, that risked miscommunication and precious time. I think I have the perfect one…

As those letters formed into a word, Amber’s eyes opened wide. Hopefully, she figures out there’s a time factor.

“Bomb?” Amber asked. “Why me?”

While a valid question, the answer was not so easy to communicate at first glance. I hope this works!

To make her point, Julia stood tall, puffed up her chest, and growled. Amber went white as a sheet. When Julia returned to her diminutive stance, she clued-in.

“Right,” Amber said. “I know what you are. They won’t.”

They went their separate ways. Amber would clear out the cells, while Julia explored the complex to find a way out.

In the background, there were a plethora of sounds, be it naked feet slapping the floor, doors opening, sobbing, or incoherent screams. Julia wondered how they would react once they came across the mess she made… Or me.

To make it easier for Amber, she left gouges in the wall. After leaving her third mark, Julia realised noise might freak out survivors. Why do I keep fucking up?

Julia caught John’s scent past the slaughterhouse. The lingering odour would lead her down a long corridor to the vehicle bay. While she was tempted to go after John, the women were her priority. Revenge will come later.

Julia marked off that direction with a bloody X, and the other direction in her usual way. There were many olfactory clues lingering in the air, and she hoped that meant this was the exit.

Her theory was confirmed upon spotting a double set of doors ahead. On either side, there were doors that led to barracks and a lounge, respectively. She sniffed every inch of these spaces, but there was no one there. While waiting for the survivors she stood guard near the doors, listening for threats.

The footsteps grew more numerous and ordered. She had no way of knowing their number but guessed there were over a dozen. Unsurprisingly, some were running, and she could not blame them for doing so.

Julia spotted Amber taking a peek. At the sight of a werewolf, she involuntarily flinched, spreading panic throughout the group. Julia heard Amber whisper something in return, which was passed along in hushed voices, restoring the relative calm.

After a minute, a blonde came around the corner. She froze despite being told what to expect. Julia responded by sitting on her hind legs while panting. The posture eased the blonde’s fears, permitting her to move forward. She was soon followed by a couple brunettes, a redhead, and so forth. Some of them don’t look old enough to be in high school…

As the blonde approached, Julia motioned toward the barracks. She looked through the doorway, confused, until Julia pointed to a stray shirt. Where there is one, there are bound to be others…

“Clothes!” the blonde yelled.

Soon eighteen of them were ransacking the place for something to wear. Better than being naked—

Several had a mark on their wrists. Upon closer inspection, Julia realised they had been branded with a heart-shaped snake eating its own tail. I’ve been at the periphery of a human trafficking operation this whole time?

“We are ready,” Amber said.

Julia nodded and stood up tall, the sight of which caused several to back away instinctively. It was not every day someone woke up from a nightmare only to learn there was worse out there.

She moved toward the end of the hall, took a deep breath, and ran. Julia built up speed, lowered her head, and slammed into the dead centre of the double doors.

The doors flung open and slammed into the wall. The violence tore one free from its hinges entirely and bounced end over end twice before settling.

Julia’s senses were attuned to finding threats. When in such a heightened state, werewolves could snap their jaws around bats from out of the air. However, this threat was man made, and this was unfamiliar territory.

She dug her claws into the ground to slow down, as something went click, followed by the roar of a weapon. The projectile hit her in the shoulder and spun her around like a rag doll. What the fuck was that? An elephant gun?

The shooter broke the breach, and two cartridges popped out. Julia turned her head to force the rest of her to follow, but the pain could not be ignored. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Now I’ve seen it all,” Chef said. “A werewolf cunt.”

Julia growled while ignoring the pain that throbbed in her shoulder. Given the severity, the wound might persist after she reverted to human form. Fight through it!

Even with a willing mind, her body refused to cooperate. She needed a moment to recover, but that option was looking unlikely. Too bad he won’t lend me his leg…

Chef reloaded before saying, “Soon to be a dead, c—”

There was yelling, followed by a horde of women running toward Chef. The rapist turned around to face the mob and blew his load. One dropped to the ground, dead. Oh no! However, the rest did not flinch and ran him down.

Julia witnessed the mass of women kicking and punching away at the worst of their aggressors. Mobs were a frightful thing, and their thirst for revenge was well justified. She watched them unleash their wrath, and once his protests faded to a whimper, she growled.

That shook the mob back out to their frenzy. Julia crawled on over, using her good arm to get in close. She desperately wanted Chef to suffer… They’ve been through enough.

While she planned to be virtuous, she could not help but give into her desire for some form of payback. She buried her claws into his left thigh and dragged him closer. The scream he made was like a sweet melody. For the sake of the others, she snapped her jaws shut around his neck and silenced him.

The women went quiet, horrified by what they witnessed. Julia was already a killer, a thief since High School, and most importantly the fool who turned her back on the man she loved. The act of taking this life was just another reason she should be behind bars.

No one else deserved to have his death on their conscience. Although, this act would leave an imprint on their souls, regardless. His blood nourished her and hastened her recovery. While she hated the idea of feeding like a corpse, it was less graphic than the alternative.

Julia pulled away with some of her strength restored. There was residual pain, but she could suffer through it. She distanced herself from the group, closed her eyes, and listened.

Amber approached, and Julia opened her eyes. They looked into one another’s eyes and understood their roles. The group needed to distance themselves from the blast zone, but they also commandeered Chef’s weapon and had the means to defend themselves. I can’t even look at that thing.

“You are going back in?” Amber confirmed.

Julia nodded.

“Going back for…” Amber said.

Julia nodded and whimpered for effect. Amber appeared appreciative. Few would dare return to the place that broke them, but it had to be done. They’ll have a proper burial…

“Thanks,” Amber said.

Julia did not reply. She ran back inside.

Julia did a quick round of the cells and pulled out five dead women. When she included the one Chef gunned down outside, the total came to six. She carried their bodies out and laid them respectfully at the base of the hill. Kaylee deserved better…

To deter scavengers, Julia marked the perimeter. Werewolves were not wolves per se, but her distant cousins knew better than to fuck with anything her size. They’ve even been known to heed the call of our summons…

Julia confirmed where the moon was in the sky before heading back inside. She would erase any traces of their identities. That meant crushing skulls and tearing away any identifying features. Ugh, I hate finger foods.

Julia chanced going down the corridor marked with an ‘X’. John’s scent continued to linger in the air, and she held hope that he was nearby. Praying the big bad wolf doesn’t come knocking at his door…

She found a partially collapsed tunnel with John pinned under the rubble. The man was in pain, with tears streaking down his dusty cheek. Pfft. He thinks this is pain?

The unconscious John did not react when she removed the biggest pieces before pulling his mangled legs out from the debris. She tossed him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and walked him right out of the complex.

Julia carried him over the valley’s ridge. She came across a remote clearing that offered plenty of privacy. The latter was important, because she wanted answers to a great deal of questions. I just need to change…

She slipped John from off her shoulder and leaned him against a large tree. The pain of bending those legs shook him out of his stupor. Once he saw the nightmare before him, the man screamed, but a growl calmed him down.

“Please,” John pleaded.

Julia snorted, uninterested in the pleadings of a rapist. She placed a clawed finger gingerly against her snout to remind him to keep quiet. He nodded nervously, his eyes welling up with tears. Where was the compassion when our roles were reversed?

She would not fall for that. Julia grabbed a stick and placed it in his mouth like a horse’s bit. I think he’s ready.

With a single flick of a claw, she cut through the abdomen until his intestines slipped through. His jaw bulged from the pain and might even have shattered some teeth, but he would live… For a while.

To keep John from running away, she pulled out a sizeable length and wrapped his guts around the tree. Afterward, Julia tied it all together with a neat knot. A pretty bow that I made just for him.

Julia took a few steps back, admired the handiwork, and melted into the dark forest. She left this man alone, with his life literally in his hands.

Julia watched from the crest of the hill as explosions tore through the camp. Buildings were consumed by flames, and her dungeon collapsed under its own weight. All that concrete and steel entombed the purveyors of this horror. It’ll take the authorities weeks to dig out their remains.

Julia howled at the moon and understood how a curse could turn into a blessing. However, the moon would soon disappear from the horizon, and she needed to prepare.

To improve the chances of a successful interrogation, she ventured down to the nearest inferno and brought back a burning stick. She used it to cauterize the incision she made. To her satisfaction, it inflicted a great deal of pain on John, but it did not take much for him to faint. Julia huffed, finished her gruesome task, and returned to the ridge to observe.

The early-morning breeze carried the sound of fire trucks and ambulances. While the cops in this town had been paid off, she hoped the same did not extend to emergency services. That way, no cop, no matter how dirty, would risk making a move against the women when surrounded by witnesses…

As the flames turned deep red, Julia went back into the forest. It was time to prepare for her to return to human form. She rotated her sore shoulder, suspecting the pain would linger. Worth it!

CHAPTER 22

THE CHAT

Julia,” David said.

Julia’s eyes opened in a flutter; she was unaware of where she was or how she got there. The breeze rolled over the water and gave her gooseflesh.

“What…” Julia said, while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Where…”

“How did you end up here?” David asked.

Julia stretched out her arms and curved her back to work out the kinks. When her eyes could focus, she noticed her skin was flawless. Wait. Where are the freckles?

She ran a finger over the gooseflesh, but there was something different. For one, her skin was healthy and smooth as a newborn’s. That makes zero sense. Unless…

“Julia?” David asked.

He snapped his fingers right before her eyes to get her attention. Julia caught the sounds and focused on those piercing blue eyes. The sight of them put a smile upon her face.

“David?” Julia asked. “How did I get here?”

“There you are,” David said before smiling. “I checked all our usual haunts and found you here…naked.”

“Na—” Julia said. “Huh?”

“Are you okay?” David asked. “You’re really out of it.”

As though on cue, Julia’s stomach growled, loud enough that they both heard it. The sound was awkward at the best of times, doubly so in such a serene spot. They laughed about it, but Julia was still confused.

“I’m fine,” Julia said. “Famished, but otherwise no worse for wear.”

“You had me worried,” David said.

“I did?” Julia confirmed.

“You did,” David replied. “After that fire, you went on about you being a were—”

The mention of that word caused her eyes to dilate. Memories from last night flooded back into her conscious mind, flashes of her running through the forest, hunting down large game, and being in the company of other werewolves.

“Werewolf,” Julia said.

“Right,” David said. “I figured you were barking mad…”

“Nice pun,” Julia said and attempted to elbow him in the ribs.

David backed away, clearly not in the mood to kid around, at least not with those strained features. His smile looked more like the face kids made when parents made idle threats. Where’s the glow in his eyes?

“You don’t believe me?” Julia asked, and after hearing those words leaving her lips, her heart tore open.

“Julia…” David said.

“Don’t,” Julia snapped. “I lost everything I knew and loved yesterday…including you. I let you in on my darkest secret and you shit all over it? Question my sincerity? My sanity?”

“Julia,” David repeated.

This was their first fight. Prior to this day, she never once considered tearing into him, because she accepted him as he was. However, asking David to repay the favour was a bridge too far?

“You know, I always felt a bit like an outsider,” Julia said. “Until you…”

“Julia…” David said.

“No,” Julia said. “You turned your back on me yesterday. Abandoned me in my darkest hour…some sympathy and a little faith would have gone a long way.”

She saw it in his face, his jaw drooped visibly and his eyes rolled up toward the sky. David was lining up a speech while waiting for her to shut up long enough to interject.

“Last night I transformed for the first time,” Julia said. “Caught up with a pack.”

“That’s not—” David said.

“You know what?” Julia said. “I’m done with this. I’m done with you! Just leave me the fuck alone.”

David took a deep breath, as though he was about to say something but changed his mind. All it took was a dozen heartbeats to give up on her.

“Okay,” David said.

He turned around and headed back to his truck. Julia stood there alone and naked, furious he would choose his ego over taking a leap of faith. When he turned back while mulling over what to say, he went white as a sheet. Julia had not seen the deep gouges in her beloved tree.

“Come with me,” David forced himself to say.

Five minutes ago; Julia might have followed those eyes to the depths of hell, but they were well past that point now. Either way, those words were more mechanical than emotional.

“No,” Julia said sternly.

“Ju—” David urged.

“I’ll be fine,” Julia replied with a smile. “Have a pleasant life…”

She crossed her arms before turning away. Despite being resolute in her decision, hot tears streaked off her cheeks until the world was nothing more than a blur.

Julia awoke shortly after sunrise. While she had gotten very little sleep, her mind and body were alert.

“I pushed him away,” Julia whispered.

In a moment of desperation, Julia ran to the very people who made her a monster. She believed they were her kin, her pack, who would stay at her side through thick and thin… All of it was a lie.

“He came back for me, and I turned my back on him…twice,” Julia whispered.

Julia wanted to slip into a maelstrom of emotions that swirled within her dark heart. It was fortunate that life had a way of interrupting.

There was a hive of activity right over that ridge and the cacophony of sounds left her momentarily confused. Their calls for help had been heeded, and the women were on their long journey to recovery. Many of us won’t ever see the finish line.

In the distance there came a faint sound of laboured breathing. The memory of her present that she left for herself, just waiting to be unwrapped put a smile on her face.

Julia used a tree branch to get back on her feet and winced. Her shoulder was still sore, but there was no scarring. I’m glad I’ll heal fully in time…wait…

She looked down and spotted the hole between the roots. With some effort, she pulled out her pack, muddy but otherwise no worse for wear. I’m glad werewolf-me had the decency to park my ass near this tree.

The contents were intact, including an extra set of clothes. The sports bra was initially a welcomed sight, but she realised the girls had been unrestrained for weeks. I’m going to be awful sore by the end of the day…

She got dressed, relishing the feel of actual cloth over her skin. It had been so long that it turned into a sensual experience. First came the panties and bra, followed by a shirt, pants, socks, and…

“Shit!” Julia said. “No shoes.”

Disappointed, Julia removed her socks. She would rather walk barefoot than ruin a good pair of socks. Say, there might be footwear over yonder…

“Right,” Julia said once she was dressed. “I have a date to keep.”

Julia approached from out of the shadows. Her bare feet and natural dexterity made her as quiet as a vixen on the prowl. She had no idea if he was still alive when she reached him, but as she approached, she could see his head lift. John’s already ashen complexion actually paled by two shades when he caught sight of her.

Her smile went from ear to ear; it was genuine, all on account of having the upper hand. That made him cringe, but even in human form, Julia would not be swayed by his false attempts to elicit sympathy.

“You and I are going to have a little chat,” Julia said calmly.

She dropped her pack a distance away and removed her knife. The long blade gleamed in the sun, and he squirmed before wincing, a reminder that there would be no escape.

With a knife in hand, she approached and watched as he stiffened. Julia placed the blade against her lips and shushed him. John nodded slowly, and tried to swallow, but that caused him pain. How much mercy did this piece of shit show for me?

“Poor dear,” Julia mocked. “Now don’t move…”

Instructing someone not to move usually had the opposite effect. She unbuttoned his bloodied jeans and cut straight down the pant leg and down the other. There was piss and blood all over them from the night before, and stirring the proverbial pot revived the putrid smell. That will leave a lasting impression…

She was fortunate his boots were mostly intact. She slipped them off his feet and left the socks behind. Next, she carried off the rags and hung them out to dry.

“Thank you for your donation,” Julia chimed.

Those cheerful tones did not sit well with him. While it was all an act, Julia needed him to think she was right as rain, just to fuck with him.

“B-bitch,” John mumbled in a cracking voice.

“Bitch?” Julia asked. “Why yes, I am, and because of this bitch, your crew is now dog shit. You think that word has any sway over me? Is that really the best insult a rapist can come up with?”

There was no noticeable reaction, but she imagined him seething inside. He had been certain their brutality left her broken. That they possessed her soul. He was half right.

“I’ve seen those markings before,” Julia said while rubbing his ouroboros tattoo. “Funny. Most of those girls ended up with a brand to match…”

To imprint on him that she was serious, Julia ran the edge of the blade down his pectoral. The cut left sluggish rivulets of blood in its wake.

“I…don’t…know—” John replied in a series of gasping pants.

“Really?” Julia said. “You don’t know how all those girls got a fresh brand that matches your tattoo? You’ve never met Nikki and her crew back in prison? What about those bartenders back at the club?”

“…I…don’t—” John replied.

“Then you won’t mind if I pay Nikki a visit and show her everything your boys taught—” Julia said.

“I’ll…kill…you!” John spat, his head lolling against his chest.

She sheathed her blade, covered his mouth with the palm of her hand, and pushed his head back against the trunk. No amount of fight left in him would set him free. With her other hand, Julia inserted her thumb through the orbit of his skull and felt around for the optic nerve. She yanked out his eye with enough force to sever the nerve entirely.

The man tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by her inhuman grip. She stood there holding his eye, waiting until he calmed down enough to realise who was in control.

“These are delicious,” Julia said. “Especially when they’re fresh.”

John groaned in frustration, but she kept his mouth shut. Julia was sure this moment between them would not be interrupted.

“You continue to behave as though you’re in control,” Julia hissed.

Julia popped the eye into her mouth and chewed loudly. This was sure to traumatise John, and that was the point. To think that members of her family considered this normal. No wonder I’m so fucked up.

“You think you have the…balls to stand up to me?” Julia asked. “Ever heard of prairie oysters. No? How about mountain oysters?”

With no flash of insight on that strained eye, Julia shifted the blade to his groin. Pain and fatigue must have been getting to him, because he did not make the connection.

“Hint,” Julia said. “You have two of them…or you do for now.”

Just like that, he broke, it was the fear reflected in those eyes that served as a clue. All of that bravado and assertiveness that defined him as the alpha had drained from his features. What she saw reminded her more of a squirrel faced by a snarling dog. Julia could have commanded him to crawl through the seven layers of Hell, and he would have done it. She hated herself for resorting to their level of barbarism, but there was work to be done.

“Now…” Julia said after getting back into the role. “Tell me everything you know about this little operation of yours…”

John spoke for the better part of a half an hour, revealing several names and places. A lot of it was surprising, because any reasonable person would not willingly accept that human trafficking was so pervasive.

If this man was to be believed, the prison and this facility were the tip of the iceberg. The network was so vast that it required a cabal of connected individuals to keep the authorities from poking around where they did not belong. This certainly explains why Nikki had free rein of the place.

Once explained, the cross-border connection made sense. Cooperation between law enforcement agencies was limited by international borders. The truth was as sick as it was depraved; it needed heat and light to show people the truth. To make sure she did not forget any detail, Julia recorded all of it.

When he was done divulging his secrets, it was clear he expected a reward. However, Death was already on his doorstep.

For effect, she grabbed his boots along with the rags and carried them just to the edge of the clearing. She then howled like a wolf and surprisingly heard several responses from afar. While the wolves were sure to avoid the ruckus below, they knew there was a treat waiting for them. Dinner is served!

“Bitch,” John whispered.

It was lucky he could not resist opening that mouth of his. She dropped everything, save for the knife, and came back. John figured out too late that his choice to taunt her had been foolish.

She cut away his underwear, and force fed him the encrusted delicacy. The man gagged, but she held firm. This way, he could not call out for help and the wolves would be sure to find him before anyone else did.

Julia picked up her things and disappeared into the woods. At first, her steps were calm and measured, but she transitioned into a dead run. Julia went through brush, over rocks and logs until she reached a stream.

Tired and out of breath, she dropped to her knees to drink some water. That was when she saw the blood smeared across her cheeks reflected in the water. She peered at the monster within, the one with a dark heart that would never see the light of day. In that moment, she cried, unsure if there would ever be a place for her in this world.

Julia’s blood ran cold when the water stopped trickling. From this vantage point, the surface looked more like solid glass than a body of water. She’s at it again?

“Do you have any other parlour tricks?” Julia asked.

“I am hurt,” Eleanor said.

“Are you?” Julia confirmed.

“Of course not,” Eleanor replied.

Julia sensed the reply was a lie, but there was no way to prove it. There should be instruction manuals on how to deal with agents of Death. Perhaps I should ask the local bio-exorcist?

“I was just being a smart-ass—” Julia said while turning around.

She was greeted by a sepia world along with the features of the dark-haired and sunburnt-skinned Eleanor. A few steps behind, she caught the features of a familiar face.

“Kaylee?” Julia asked, her mind struggling to see past the stiff corpse she laid by the ridge.

Kaylee was not nude, nor donned what she had worn back at the club. It was a short-sleeved blouse, with a jean skirt. It suits her…

“Julia…” Kaylee replied.

Kaylee looked down at her feet, shuffling the dirt. Because they were frozen in time, there was no dust up, like someone glued everything firmly in place.

Eleanor chuckled before saying, “I found this one following you…”

That response made Kaylee blush. When Julia considered what the witch might have seen since last night, she blinked uncontrollably.

“How much did you see?” Julia asked.

“When you laid me down by the hill,” Kaylee said, “I must have screamed at you for a half an hour after that…”

“I tried to save—” Julia said.

“I gave up well before you showed up,” Kaylee said.

“Was she the one who was not ready to move on?” Julia asked Eleanor.

“Good guess, but no,” Eleanor replied. “That young lady is following her body to the mortuary. I suspect she will change her—”

“I’m dead?” Kaylee confirmed.

“You are,” Eleanor replied.

“Yes,” Julia answered at the same time.

“Oh…” Kaylee said.

Julia was not sure if it was worse to find Kaylee’s lifeless body, or to inform her soul that she had shed her mortal coil. I suspect Kaylee is not too thrilled about the situation either…

“Are you ready?” Eleanor asked.

“Will I see my son?” Kaylee asked.

“He already crossed,” Eleanor replied.

Kaylee furrowed her brow and Julia had no trouble understanding why the witch might find the response confusing, because that answer was downright cryptic. Does this mean Eleanor has no insight on what happens when you cross?

“Oh…” Kaylee said. “Julia, could you pass a message to Amber—my mom?”

The idea of spending another minute with Amber made Julia’s heart sink. Her blood pressure dropped, and her head pounded, but she quickly regained control over her faculties. You can do this.

“I will,” Julia said and nodded.

“Tell her I’ll never forgive her for forcing me to choose my son over my family,” Kaylee said.

There was so much hatred bleeding through those words that Julia stepped back. She had guessed there was a rift, but nothing this severe.

“W—” Julia said.

“That bitch can rot in hell for cutting me off FOR GIVING BIRTH TO—” Kaylee yelled.

So many questions ran through Julia’s head, including why an electrical field enveloped Kaylee. However, there would be no answers. Eleanor intervened, and a bright light appeared behind the stray soul. The light was so strong Julia had to cover her eyes with her hands, but even that was not enough.

“It’s beautiful,” Kaylee said.

“It is,” Eleanor replied.

Unable to stand the pain, Julia dropped to her knees and curled into a foetal position. That would help mitigate the effects until it went away entirely. That was intense!

“Thank you,” Eleanor said.

Julia slowly stood up, brushed herself off and opened her eyes. There were dark-purple impressions everywhere she looked in her field of view, courtesy of that cursed light.

“That was a bit much,” Julia said.

“The living can’t see the gateway,” Eleanor replied. “I feared her anger would manifest and put you in harm’s way.”

“Poltergeist?” Julia asked, remembering something Clara once said about vengeful spirits.

“The eye of the storm,” Eleanor replied.

“I should thank you,” Julia said. “I’ve had enough of wrathful winds and vengeful spirits.”

“I suspect that is behind you,” Eleanor said. “Your soul is scarred but whole.”

“Not sure I enjoy being whole,” Julia replied.

“That’s the only way you’ll be able to forgive yourself,” Eleanor said.

“You think—” Julia said.

The trickling stream interrupted her thoughts. She realised colour had bled back into the world, as the purple faded away.

“More parlour tricks…” Julia said. “Right…time to go…”

Forgiveness was one of those things that Julia would need to work on. I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

CHAPTER 23

AFTERSHOCKS

It took Julia over a week to break through the heart of the forest and reach civilisation. Out of caution, she avoided all traces of humanity. Despite her misgivings, there were no signs of search parties, helicopters, or police checkpoints. The calm implied that Amber had kept quiet about what happened. It’s not like the others could pull me out of a police line-up.

She had lived off the land and washed where she could. While the nights were growing colder, Julia knew how to keep warm at night. At least the black flies were gone, and the yellowing leaves were a welcome sign that fall was at their doorstep.

Satisfied she was not a fugitive; she used a credit card to book a room for the night. She then turned on a burner phone. They were surely tracking her, but that worked out in her favour before. I really owe them now…

After a long shower that left her skin pruned, and an indulgent amount of room service, she felt a bit more human. As much as could be expected of someone who returned to her cell every time, she closed her eyes. At least I dream…

She considered crashing for the night or cuddling a pillow while watching a movie. However, she needed to know what was going on and to secure a decent supply of clothes. So, Julia hit a mall and picked up several outfits, bras, a fall jacket, and a pair of boots that fit. To fulfil her primary goal, Julia also bought a smartphone and charged it to her benefactor’s credit card. I wonder if there’s a limit?

After her shopping spree, she searched for and found a laundromat without a visible surveillance system. While her clothes ran through the cycles, she leeched off their Wi-Fi to reconnect with the world.

Julia remembered reading how a killer was caught exiting an Internet Café after looking himself up. Instead of a direct search, she checked multiple news sites and clicked on their trending headlines. She even read unrelated stories to conceal her intent.

“So, they made it,” Julia whispered.

The women had been rescued, a matter that the media ensured when the story gained international exposure. It was said everyone was expected to make a full recovery…physically…

There were video interviews with Amber, who they hailed a hero for getting the women out to safety. It was a real tearjerker, especially when reporters learned her daughter was amongst the dead. When asked what happened during their escape, Amber stared at the camera, shook her head, and cried. It felt as though she was looking right at me…

Before switching sites, Julia noticed a blurb about anonymous submissions. After about an hour of fiddling with her phone settings, Julia sent them John’s audio confessions, minus parts related to Nikki’s involvement or how Julia had coaxed him to talk. The rest they can have.

She thought it over and posted the material to several other news agencies as well. She hoped this revelation would expose these dark elements within society and force them into the light. With any luck, the authorities will have to act.

By the time she was done, her clothes were dry. Julia crammed everything into her pack and headed back to the hotel.

“Sleep… I can finally sleep,” Julia said upon entering her room.

For two weeks, Julia followed existing routes while she continued to avoid contact with others. Eventually, she reached the urban sprawl of a major city and knew she had arrived. Let’s see if Grace was telling the truth…

For the first time in her life, the predominant language used in this region was not one she was familiar with. She relied on her phone to guide her, confirming street signs before turning.

She was thankful most commercial signs were bilingual and plenty of people spoke enough English to communicate. At least I don’t have to deal with idle chit chat or awkward questions.

On her first night in the city, she bought makeup and went to a hair salon. Julia was not entirely sure why this was necessary, but a part of her wanted to make a good impression.

The next day, with the sun at its peak, Julia found herself at the entrance to a restaurant. It stood at the corner of cobbled streets, in a neighbourhood older than the country itself. There were several windows facing toward the street, which was disturbingly disarming. Careful. Corpses know how to lull you into a false sense of security.

There was a sign on the door, and after reading the text in English, she realised the place was closed for a private affair. I’ll have to come back tomorrow.

As she was about to leave, a woman opened the door and in an accented English said, “Please come on in. She is waiting for you.”

Being recognised that easily eroded all further sense of safety. Julia had no connections to this city and had been living for months off the grid. They knew? The burner phone and credit card were all they needed? What else should I expect from a corpse?

“Merci,” Julia said in mangled French, exhausting her knowledge of the local language on her first volley.

Julia followed the server past the front section and through a smaller door that led to the adjacent building. There were several windows on this side as well, but the sun was obscured by surrounding buildings. At a corner booth, there was a woman with dark hair, sharp features, and distinctive green eyes. Her? What is she doing here?

“Julia,” Evelyn said as though every syllable was a musical note.

This was the corpse who had relations with Clara. The one she followed for weeks in an effort to find the perfect opportunity to exact her revenge. An attempted murder that turned out to be my shot at redemption…

Julia knew little of the consequences about Evelyn. The corpse was far older than she appeared and well connected. Art and fashion were her defining traits, the latter of which suited her supermodel body perfectly.

Evelyn was known to travel with another vampire and they were rarely apart. It was rumoured the other was deadly beyond compare. Right. So, assume he’s lurking…

“Thank you for seeing me,” Julia said.

“De rien, ma chère,” Evelyn said. “Now sit down. The chef is about to bring out an assortment of dishes.”

Julia sat opposite Evelyn, and despite that disarming smile, Julia’s skin crawled. While the vampire must have sensed the discomfort, her mask did not betray even a hint of emotion or thought. It’s like reading a book with the pages glued together.

“Was it you all this time?” Julia asked.

“Non,” Evelyn replied. “Your call triggered a flurry of activity, and I was asked to assist.”

She still could not think of a soul that would show such interest in her. Who would think me worth it, when I’ve written myself off?

“Another corpse—sorry, vampire?” Julia asked.

“Is that what you call us?” Evelyn confirmed. “I suppose we all have our nicknames…”

Julia blushed as several plates of food were brought in. Everything had a distinctively Indian flair to it, and for a gal living off what the forest offered, this was a welcomed change.

“Sorry,” Julia said while picking out an appetiser. “I should show respect to my hostess.”

Evelyn giggled and popped something into her mouth, swallowing it whole. With a warm smile, she winked. Watch it, they are masters of deception.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so polite,” Evelyn said. “You see how we are beholden to our stereotypes?”

The server approached with an assortment of drinks, some of which were alcoholic. I’m not going to chance alcohol around her. A moment later, another came by and dropped off a stack of newspapers, the first of which got Julia’s attention.

“You created quite the media frenzy,” Evelyn said. “Not to mention the political fallout that will reverberate throughout the elite for years to come.”

Every paper had been folded to the appropriate page. She was relieved her tips paid off, but the final headline surprised her most. The headline read LOCAL POLICE STATION RAIDED ON SUSPICION OF CORRUPTION. That edition was dated a week prior to her escape. That means Gwen must have followed instructions?

The vampire guessed what Julia was thinking and answered, “The grandmother made it out just fine. However, I sent Grace in to make sure the cops were out of the equation.”

So, Grace had played a bigger part than she let on. Julia guessed that replacing the local cops also hindered John’s ability to move women. That bought us more time…

“I’d like to thank her,” Julia said.

“She’d love to hear that,” Evelyn replied. “I’ll pass on your thanks when she returns.”

Thoughts of Grace brought her back to that cell. Her mouth went slack and her breathing slowed. Every aspect of this flashback felt real, the odours, the coarse texture of concrete, and those restraints. When a hand brushed up against her shoulder, Julia reacted violently and sent a plate crashing to the floor. The sound of shattering stoneware jarred Julia back to reality.

“I’m sorry!” Julia spurted out.

“Pardon!” Evelyn said in the same instant.

The vampire was standing beside Julia, having reached out in what appeared to be a genuine show of concern. This was the first time since her escape that someone touched her. Clearly, I have hang-ups.

“It must have been terrible,” Evelyn said.

“It…was…” Julia said. “Will it ever get better?”

“Non,” Evelyn replied flatly. “Trauma like that stays with you. It becomes a part of you, but one day you’ll learn to live with it.”

“Oh…” Julia said, while filling a plate with a bit of everything on offer.

“We are all pretty fucked up,” Evelyn said. “I grew up in a whorehouse, rejected by any man I was ever close to. Grace grew up in the Bastille, a victim of her blue blood.”

“You seem fine,” Julia said.

Evelyn smiled, but it appeared strained. Julia wondered if the vampire had lowered her mask for Julia’s sake… Or she’s faking it.

“Thank you,” Evelyn said. “Time has gifted me with several coping mechanisms. I have my art, and occasionally I tap into my darker side.”

“Like I did at the camp,” Julia said.

“Exactement,” Evelyn replied.

“Wait,” Julia said. “Were you the one I called?”

“Non, ma chère,” Evelyn said. “However, if you are ready, all you need to do is tell me you’re—”

“I’m in!” Julia yelled. “I’m all in…on two conditions.”

“Oh?” Evelyn asked.

Julia searched through the papers and pulled out an article. She tapped on the attached picture to ensure Evelyn understood.

“I’ll need her address,” Julia said.

“Done,” Evelyn said softly. “What else?”

“I want a conjugal visit…” Julia said with a smirk.

Evelyn giggled. She must have known where Julia was going with this. It turned out Julia was more than willing to take Evelyn’s advice on tapping into her darker impulses.

Julia followed the sidewalk until she came up to a driveway. Instead of her usual attire, she wore a conservative black dress that went below her knees. No matter, she still felt like trash, all thanks to Adrienne. Thanks, bitch…

They could have fit three of her childhood home into this lot. Added to the size, the brick façade, ornate windows, and a three-car garage implied a great deal about the owners… They have money, and lots of it.

“You can do this,” Julia said as her finger hovered over the doorbell.

To her right, there was a veranda with patio furniture. The collection was worth more than every item in their living room combined. Julia suspected that watching the sun rise while sipping on steeped tea would be quite the experience.

“I miss you, Momma,” Julia whispered.

She had gone through hell to regain her memories, but Julia was thankful for being able to picture her mother again. The woman who gave her life to protect Julia from the worst part of herself. She was still in the morgue when I embraced my cursed nature and fucked it all up…

Tears welled up. Julia bowed her head and took deep breaths. Alas, the longer she hesitated, the worse her anxiety got.

“I can’t even get this right,” Julia said before turning away.

The door opened, and the smile on Gwen’s face faded entirely. The lapse in decorum was temporary; she quickly adopted a strained smile to cover up her gaffe.

Gwen cleared her throat before saying, “Julia.”

The vitriol coating that name stopped Julia cold. Gwen had managed a cordial tone in the past, but that was gone. She blames me for Kaylee’s death…

Julia turned back and said, “I came to offer my—”

“How dare you come here uninvited? What do you know—” Gwen said.

“I know more than you,” Julia snapped.

“Mom, who’s at the—” Amber said. “Oh…can you give us a moment?”

Gwen glared at her daughter, revealing just a glimpse of the hatred glowing in those eyes. However, Amber ignored it entirely and made space for her mother to leave.

“Put the kettle on?” Amber asked as Gwen brushed past.

“Please, have a seat,” Amber added once Gwen was out of earshot.

Julia nodded and sat in a chair facing the door. The luxurious pillows and wicker construction immediately evoked feelings of envy. If I ever win the lottery, I’ll have to get something like this.

“Thank you,” Julia said.

“So, what brings you here?” Amber asked.

“I wanted to pay my respects,” Julia whispered before clearing her throat. “But I felt it was inappropriate to do so without your blessing.”

“Why?” Amber asked.

That response confused Julia. The answer was obvious, as was Gwen’s reaction. She promised to save them, but only one came back alive.

“I’m the reason she died…” Julia forced herself to say.

“I feel the same,” Amber said. “I keep mulling over what I could’ve done differently…”

“Really?” Julia questioned. “All I see is her blood on my hands…”

“Because you cared for her,” Amber said. Before her eyes teared up, she added, “Neither one of us had the opportunity to intervene.”

Those words rang true, but her guilt refused to subside. She kept thinking that her selfishness and her inability to consider other’s suffering brought on these deaths. Kaylee might still be alive…

Amber sniffed loudly and wiped the tears from her cheek.

“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” Amber said.

“What?” Julia asked before those words sunk in. “Why?”

“We tried to kill you,” Amber said. “We reacted out of fear. You would’ve been justified in letting us rot in there. Instead, you freed me and returned my baby—”

The rest was too hard for Amber to finish, and Julia would have found those words just as difficult to hear. Either way, both could not hold back their tears.

Gwen chose that moment to arrive on the scene. She came out with a silver serving tray and two porcelain teacups filled with hot water. The milk and sugar were in bowls, and various teas were available in sealed packets. I wonder if Gwen assumed I’d distrust anything she handled?

“Tea,” Gwen said, looking as if she scarcely believed what was going on.

Amber wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. She smiled at her mother and then at Julia, all the while trying to keep her emotions contained.

“Thank you,” Amber said.

Julia sniffed loudly and looked straight up at the rafters. After counting to thirty, she was steady enough to go on.

“For?” Julia said.

“I needed that,” Amber said. “To get it all out in the open…”

Julia realised how true those words were. There were few she would ever open up to. Evelyn had been right in saying they all had trauma, but theirs was shared. We don’t need to dredge up the past, we just know and understand.

“I’m grateful they never broke you,” Amber said.

Julia nearly choked on Amber’s words. She was being elevated to a view that was undeserved. I’m more vulnerable now than I would have ever admitted to before I began this journey.

“Actually…they did,” Julia said truthfully.

“Oh, well…that makes two of us…” Amber said. “Tea?”

The two of them sat in silence and prepared their cups. Julia followed Amber’s lead but ignored the cream and sugar. I still can’t trust them.

As the scent of tea permeated the porch, they smiled meekly. Neither wanted to speak up, but silence heightened their emotions. Come on!

“She loved you,” Julia lied.

“Pardon?” Amber asked.

“Kaylee…she and I talked,” Julia said. “She hiked that trail to be with you.”

“I was sure she hated being with us—me,” Amber admitted.

“You raised a headstrong and independent girl,” Julia said. “You were bound to butt heads. She could never be manipulated into coming along, even if you threatened to cut her off financially.”

Julia made the conscious choice to ignore what Kaylee said before crossing. That wasn’t the Kaylee I knew…

As an outsider looking in, the dynamic was obvious. She knew from experience that it was difficult to see the truth when neck-deep in shit.

“Thank you,” Amber said.

Amber opened her mouth as though she were about to say something. However, she needed a sip to steel her resolve.

“Would you like to pay your respects in person?” Amber asked.

“I-I-I…” Julia said. “I would love to.”

“Let’s enjoy our tea,” Amber said. “Then we’ll go together.”

Before this ordeal, Julia would have dreaded being with Amber for any length of time. Now she could think of nothing else she would rather do.

“Sounds lovely,” Julia said.

“Prisoner 071677, you have a visitor,” the shift supervisor said.

Nikki looked up over to The Sisters. They turned to one another, confused, because there never were visitors. That came part and parcel of being in a prison with no name.

“What?” Nikki said, while raising her shoulders.

The supervisor formed a circle using his thumb and forefinger. To drive his point home, he inserted his nose into the circle several times.

“Fuck knows,” Nikki said and rolled her eyes.

“Move it 677,” the supervisor said, which caused the other guards to stiffen up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nikki said.

When others from her crew stood, the guards closed ranks. Only Nikki would make this trip, and considering she had free rein of the women’s wing, that got noticed.

Once within earshot, Nikki asked, “Who’s the visitor?”

“I’m just following orders,” the supervisor said. “They told me to have you pulled from the evening meal, to get your things, and wash up.”

Things normally referred to contraband the guards ignored. What kind of visitor would be interested in the strap-on she used to discipline women?

“Admit it. You just want to enjoy the show,” Nikki said with a smirk.

She expected a witty retort, or a confession that it was time to pay her dues for all the liberties she enjoyed. Instead, they transferred her silently at the door to an all-female guard unit.

She was escorted to her cell where, true to the supervisor’s word, they allowed her to grab a few things. The guards looked bored, so she went through her assortment of smuggled outfits.

“You won’t be needing those,” a guard said.

Nikki shrugged and left them behind. With everything she needed in hand, they escorted her to the showers. Again, this went against protocol, because women were brought here as a group.

They provided her with a razor, shaving cream, and a makeup bag. All of which were new and definitely not prison issue. She might have guessed the warden wanted a taste, but they knew he was a paedophile. That’s how they gained leverage over this prison and, by extension, the staff.

“Thanks,” Nikki said.

There came no reply, but they left her to enjoy a hot shower. Nikki made the best of it, turning the shower room into a sauna, just because she could.

While doing her makeup, there came a knock at the door. A guard from another wing delivered a white box with a big red bow, and without a word, placed it at her side.

“What’s this?” Nikki asked.

No one answered, so Nikki tore open the box and found a stunning black-lace negligée inside. She gasped at the exclusive label, picked it up, and realised it would fit her perfectly.

“Why would I need this?” Nikki asked.

“Conjugal visit,” a guard said. “Get dressed. You have ten minutes.”

All of this time wasted, and now she was on the clock? Nikki hurriedly finished her makeup and put on the lingerie. After years of wearing mostly prison garb, the silk and satin finish felt like wearing something fashioned from clouds.

They escorted her out of the showers and on through to the visitor gate. She heard tales of there being conjugal trailers, but nothing more substantial than rumours. She was curious. Whoever wanted to see her must have pulled a lot of strings to make it happen.

“Stop here,” the guard escort said.

Soft candlelight filtered through the curtains. Their idle flicker was more welcoming than the prison lighting.

“The door can only be unlocked from the outside,” the guard said. “There are three guard towers in sight,” she added while pointing out the locations. “They have orders to shoot to kill.”

Nikki was no longer listening; curiosity and excitement had gone to her head. The possibilities were endless, ranging from an old fling to that hot piece of ass she had been lusting over in the men’s wing.

“Do you understand?” the escort said.

“Yes,” Nikki answered.

For all she knew, she had consented to a full-body cavity search. Heck, I’m already dressed for the part.

They removed her shackles and opened the door to the trailer. The escorts formed a half circle, forcing her to move inside.

“Have fun,” an escort said prior to closing the door.

Before her eyes adjusted to the ambient lighting, they locked the door behind her. The guards did not linger, instead they returned to the gate, leaving Nikki with plenty of privacy.

“Hello?” Nikki asked. “Alone?”

There was a soft bed, along with a Bluetooth speaker that played music featuring a woman with a haunting voice and her piano. There was even a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket. The humidity clinging to the surface glistened in the light.

“A bit romantic for being all alone,” Nikki said.

From out of the shadows, someone appeared. It was as though they materialised from out of thin air. The slight frame and gait were a dead giveaway as to their identity.

“You!” Nikki said.

“Yes, me,” Julia replied.

Julia was naked, just like their last encounter. However, the last time riot police got involved and ruined her fun.

“So, John sent over his gift after all. I am going to enjoy fucking you,” Nikki said while loosening the straps on her toy.

“Think so?” Julia confirmed.

There was something different about Julia. Those crossed arms and a leg bent forward exuded confidence. All this time, Nikki had pegged her as passive and meek. What changed?

“Then why go through all this effort?” Nikki asked, as she tightened every strap.

“Disappointment,” Julia said.

“How so?” Nikki asked while tightening the straps.

“Because…” Julia said.

Julia approached and Nikki saw the eyes of a wolf staring back at her. Those don’t look like contacts…

“I wanted you to feel hope, anticipation, and even arousal before I flayed you alive…” Julia added.

EPILOGUE

THE VAN HELSING CONJECTURE

A lone woman walked through the forest. Her steps were heavy, which left deep impressions in the hard snow. The large backpack weighed her down, pushing her ever closer to exhaustion. Every time she let out a laboured breath, there was a heavy cloud of fog.

There was nothing out of the norm about hiking out in the woods, other than travelling at night. The full moon was high in the sky, which lit up the path. The trees shed their leaves long ago, giving her a clear line of sight.

The woman had grey eyes, with brown hair tied into a ponytail. Neither detail would turn heads. She blended into crowds, went unnoticed, and her passage was immediately forgotten.

Something went whoosh past her left ear. The pause in her movements was nearly imperceptible, but enough to alert the hunter that their prey was onto them. That was close!

There came another whoosh. She turned to evade but was too slow. The golden arrow buried itself into her backpack, followed by a dull thud as it struck a steel plate.

“Shit!” the woman swore and ran.

The surge in adrenaline helped her to ignore the weight. However, she was still exposed—

On either side there came a thunk, along with the splintering of wood. She chanced a glance and caught an arrowhead protruding from out of the trunk. Another whoosh, and this time it flew high. Dammit! Does she ever run out?

She ducked behind a tree and dropped her pack. Before the dull clank rang out from the impact, she was already running deeper into the woods.

The woman’s jacket deformed near her shoulder blades. The distortions grew until they tore clean through at two points. What came out was a congealed mass of bone and newly formed flesh. Shortly thereafter, the mass took on the shape of wings, with feathers filling in the expanse.

The woman dodged another arrow, and another, but the third flew true. Her wings shifted to block the projectile, but the arrow went through and through, causing a golden substance to ooze from the wound.

While a hit, the wing managed to deflect the arrow just enough to avoid striking the back of her neck. Tired of running, she ducked behind a tree and withdrew two pistols from her jacket.

The winged woman peeked from around the tree trunk. Those steel-grey eyes scanned the horizon. Nothing…

“Figures,” the woman said.

There came a sound from behind. She turned around, quick as a viper striking at its prey, but even that was too slow. Two arrows hit their mark, one of which passed through her calf. Another struck her left wing before embedding itself into the tree. This one is fast!

“Well. Well,” the young teen said. “If it isn’t Clara Grey, the angel who prefers to toil with the humans rather than defend Heaven.”

Teen applied in appearance only. Like most of the gods of old, this one was older than civilisation itself. Back in her day, she would have been of marrying age, whereas any man who said I do today would end up in prison.

The goddess had the perfect female physique, along with dark braided hair, and elfin features that Clara attributed to the old gods. That being said, that bow and golden arrows were the biggest clue that this was not a chance encounter.

“I could say the same thing about you, Artemis,” Clara said before chuckling. “Why aren’t you up there servicing your one true God?”

At the mention of God, the goddess betrayed herself with a facial tick. On the day of her death, Clara had met another goddess who had a similar reaction to that name. Two dots do not form a pattern…

“How dare you—” Artemis hissed.

“How dare I what?” Clara asked. “Travel through the woods?”

Clara loved to rile up her opponents. Sure, the goddess held the proverbial high ground, but why should she enjoy it?

“How dare you flaunt that name!” Artemis yelled.

“The god who figured out how to draw their power from immortal souls?” Clara guessed.

“How did you—” Artemis said.

That smirk on Clara’s face gave away that this had been a shot in the dark. Unlike the goddess, Clara landed a blow on her first try.

“Well, these won’t work,” Clara said and holstered the pistols.

She winced as the wing tore further and worsened the bleeding. Clara was pretty sure there was no way she was getting out of this situation unscathed.

“Insolent whore, you killed my sister!” Artemis yelled.

“Sisters more like,” Clara quipped. “They got what they deserved. Besides, Blue Eyes always thought you were a pretentious twat.”

Hecate was the goddess who ended Clara’s life. Her three personas would sometimes appear as distinct apparitions. Like most siblings, these personas were often in conflict with one another. When Hecate last declared war on Clara, who by then had ascended as an angel, the tables had turned.

“If you think you can just take my bow—” Artemis said.

“I came on a hunt,” Clara said.

Clara focused her mind until time appeared to slow around her. In reality, she was speeding up while time moved at the same pace.

“Really?” Artemis said. “You just stumbled onto my personal hunting grounds? Armed to the teeth?”

As time slowed down, the words Artemis spoke were stretched out and lowered in pitch. She hated holding a conversation in this state, but the payoff was well-worth the aggravation. This enabled her to dodge attacks if need be. However, her powers were still, ironically, time limited.

“I said on a hunt,” Clara said in a well-practised timbre that would appear normal for those around her. If I slow down time too far, I’ll run out of breath before uttering the first syllable.

“On a hunt?” Artemis asked, before catching sight of Clara’s grin. “You were the (bait)—”

That was Clara’s cue. She shifted her focus onto the mass of fur and muscle converging on them. While it had the eyes of a wolf, and stalked on all fours, this was not an animal…

“Now!” Clara yelled when Artemis lumbered toward the werewolf.

Clara’s change in focus had a simultaneous effect. While she synced up with time, the werewolf sped up. While naturally fast, this one streaked across Clara’s vision.

A tree splintered and collapsed onto itself. No one was near it when its impact made the ground tremble. That’s my girl!

Clara spotted the furry beast with its jaw locked onto the goddess’ midsection. The werewolf repeatedly shook her head to the left and right in violent motions. Those fangs tore through the skin and caused that golden blood to cover the forest floor. When done, the werewolf let go of that motionless lump.

The werewolf transitioned onto its hind legs, poised to strike. However, it was time for Clara to intervene.

“Julia!” Clara yelled. When the werewolf paused, she added, “You don’t want to deal with the side-effects of her death…trust me.”

There was hesitation in those eyes, but she turned away. Clara broke the arrow’s shaft that kept her pinned down. In spite of the pain, she tucked in both wings.

“Killing a god or goddess imbues the murderer with some of their powers…and personality. Effectively, Artemis would haunt you for eternity, and I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy,” Clara said.

Unable to communicate effectively, Julia sat down and whimpered. Clara took that as a sign the message was received loud and clear.

“They think they are above us,” Clara said. “Pawns in their petty games.”

Clara’s eyes glowed blue. With a point of her finger, a bolt of blue energy made the air crackle. The smell of ozone permeated the air, along with burnt flesh and hair.

The sight of Clara flicking her evil switch turned out to be a humbling experience. Julia whimpered, and after seconds of watching a goddess turning to charcoal, she looked away entirely.

“Consider this my electric cure,” Clara said.

Clara left behind smouldering ashes. She took a deep breath and spotted the troubled werewolf. Realising the effect her cruelty had on the other, she approached with an outstretched hand.

“I’m sorry,” Clara said. “It had to be done.”

Julia finally understood just what ‘all in’ entailed. Was it too late to take back what she told Evelyn back at the restaurant?

ABOUT EVELYN CHARTRES

Evelyn Chartres is the nom de plume for a self-published Canadian author. The writer of seven Gothic fantasy novels, Evelyn released her debut novel, The Portrait, in 2016, and her latest, Dark Hearts, in 2022.

A fan of the phrase “live to eat,” Evelyn shares her recipes on evelynchartres.com. These recipes have a loose focus on French-Canadian cuisine, which feature deep-dish meat pies, seafood, and desserts that are rarely seen outside of La Belle Province.

Evelyn is currently living in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and is busy laying the foundations for her next book featuring Clara Grey.

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THE PORTRAIT

“A vision from the past becomes a writer’s deadly obsession.”

The Portrait is a Gothic fantasy about Victoria Frost, an author who develops an unhealthy obsession for her character. As events unfold, her infatuation sours, forcing Victoria to question her sanity. Is she simply slipping into madness, or is there something else at play?

The Portrait features a mixture of contemporary and historical scenes brought forward as Victoria explores the world of her muse. Using both prose and art, every scene yields a new piece of the puzzle, providing insights on the origins of her character’s portrait and its featured model.

Discover how a vision from the past becomes a writer’s deadly obsession.

THE GRAND

“Even things that go bump in the night need a place to unwind.”

You will find the Grand nestled atop a cliff that overlooks a cursed valley. Surrounded by foreboding mountains, this ritzy French palatial-style hotel is a place where a roaring party’s success is measured by its body count. This hotel does not cater to the rich or famous. Instead, its staff and facilities serve a clientele with a more discerning palate.

The Grand is a collection of Gothic fantasy stories with an overarching storyline that incorporates supernatural themes. The Roaring Twenties serves as a rich historical, linguistic, and cultural backdrop.

Centred on the victims, each story brings a unique perspective to the hotel, the staff, and their esteemed guests. At the Grand, it is best to remember: even things that go bump in the night need a place to unwind.

THE VAN HELSING PARADOX

“A gal has to look out for herself after all.”

Clara Grey’s parents once said that the world was a dark and dangerous place. There was more truth than fiction in those words. There were things that lurked in the shadows which defied the laws of nature: perversions that fed on the dead, terrorised the living, or escaped the chill touch of the grave.

Clara is a member of the Tower, a religious order of hunters who work outside the confines of the Church. As keepers of the arcane, her order takes an active role in countering such threats. Alas, the life of a hunter can be short, and many go missing before they are ready to serve. So, what does it take to succeed against all odds?

Explore Clara’s origin, a child born before the dawn of the twentieth century. Witness her rigorous education, how she faces adversity, and fights in the Great War to become the derringer-wielding flapper she is.

Throughout her tale, keep in mind that no matter the threat, a gal has to look out for herself after all.

THE VAN HELSING RESURGENCE

“While the Roaring Twenties are long gone, a heroine’s work is never done.”

Clara Grey was a hunter and part of a secret organisation known only as the Tower. During the Roaring Twenties, she sacrificed herself to destroy a powerful vampire. As a reward, she joined the ranks of Heaven’s army, and for ninety years, Clara yearned to take an active role in the mortal realm.

In an attempt to alter the course of history, scientists trigger an experiment with devastating results. The effects are felt not only on Earth, but in other realms as well.

Clara and an echo from her past are sent to Earth to investigate the case of a stolen soul. For this transgression, Heaven could go to war, but they choose to send Clara—and Edith. They fall to Earth, focused on their mission.

Both had been isolated from the mortal realm for generations. In their lifetimes, monsters were on the decline, but learn how much the modern world has changed. While navigating this alien land, will they adapt to their surroundings to fulfil their mission? Or be swallowed up by the evil that lurks in the shadows?

Before reading on, be sure to remember: While the Roaring Twenties are long gone, a heroine’s work is never done.

THE VAN HELSING INCURSION

“Hunting things that go bump in the night is child’s play when compared to juggling relationships.”

During the Roaring Twenties, Clara Grey hunted things that went bump in the night. On her last mission, she paid the ultimate price to rid the world of a powerful foe. As a reward, she ascended to Heaven and joined its ranks as an angel.

Ninety years after her death, Clara fell to Earth, intent on saving a soul. While successful, killing an old god in self-defence barred her from returning to Heaven. Lost in the modern world, Clara was forced to seek unlikely allies to navigate through these uncertain times.

Four months later, Clara has settled in with Elizabeth, a young woman she saved shortly after descending to Earth. For a gal who had sworn off anything that hinted at normalcy, Clara learns that being average takes more effort than she suspected.

Alas, repercussions from choices made on that fateful mission have not been idle. Her enemies trigger a chain of events that forces our fated femme fatale to act. Is Clara prepared to deal with the fallout? Will her allies come to her aid? Or must she stand on her own?

Before reading on, be sure to consider: Hunting things that go bump in the night is child’s play when compared to juggling relationships.

HIGH WATER MARK

“When humanity has been driven into the sea, what lurks above the waves?”

Anna is a humanoid mermaid that spends her days with the local timekeeper until a podmate comes to her with a proposal. They hatch a plan to head out into the watery ruins of humanity in search of lost technology and materials. For a young mermaid living in the dredges of society, the promise of riches from such a find is just too good to pass up.

Armed with nothing more than an old map and some rusty road signs to follow, they are soon reminded that adventure often brings forth more than its fair share of rough waters. Her friend gets captured, leaving Anna alone in a world where mermaids are nowhere near the top of the food chain.

Follow Anna as she makes landfall and learns why her ancestors abandoned the surface. Lost in a world that is perpetually covered in a thick fog, Anna must navigate through what remains above the high-water mark. What will she find? An ally? A foe? Or will she find nothing but death and destruction?

Before reading on, be sure to consider: With humanity driven into the sea, what lurks above the waves?

LICENCE

Dark Hearts is a work of fiction. All characters, organisations, and events appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblances to reality are purely coincidental.

All images and text herein are copyrighted:

Dark Hearts

Copyright © 2022 by

Evelyn Chartres (Nom de plume)

theportraitofawoman@gmail.com

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Table of Contents

DARK HEARTS

ABOUT

TABLE OF CONTENTS

DEDICATION

PROLOGUE – EXTINGUISHED

CHAPTER 1 – SHAWSHANK’S SHADOW

CHAPTER 2 – INTO THE WILD

CHAPTER 3 – SELENE’S INFLUENCE

CHAPTER 4 – THE PATH LEAST TRAVELLED

CHAPTER 5 – MANY A YESTERDAY

CHAPTER 6 – ON DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES

CHAPTER 7 – WAYPOINT

CHAPTER 8 – ON THE ROAD AGAIN

CHAPTER 9 – THE LADY IN WHITE

CHAPTER 10 – WAKE UP AND SMELL THE COFFEE

CHAPTER 11 – LOOSE ENDS

CHAPTER 12 – MONKSHOOD

CHAPTER 13 – THE VOODOO YOU DO

CHAPTER 14 – LET THE BEAT DROP

CHAPTER 15 – STARTING POINT

CHAPTER 16 – BREADCRUMBS

CHAPTER 17 – THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES

CHAPTER 18 – THE WITCHING HOUR

CHAPTER 19 – ALONE IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 20 – DARK HEARTS

CHAPTER 21 – NEATLY TIED WITH A BOW

CHAPTER 22 – THE CHAT

CHAPTER 23 – AFTERSHOCKS

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