Back again tonight with the next piece of Hunting the Hunted. Things are starting to get rather complicated for Emma. It’s interesting to me to be writing a character in so far over her head. Anyway, if you’ve missed the previous parts, click here, or follow the menu option above to get the rest of the story.
Falling Into a Dream
I felt certain I’d heard him wrong.
“You heard me correctly, Emma.” James’s voice was too level, like he thought I would spook.
“Okay, show me the door. I’m outta here.”
“I’m sorry, we cannot let you leave now. You know too much.”
“What the hell do I know, James? No one will believe me if I said anything anyways.” I moved toward the door.
James stepped in front of me. “The wrong people would believe you. Then your life would be in great danger.”
I sat there staring at James. There was just no way this could be real. He got up and left the room. I’m not sure how long I sat there but eventually Kris came into the room. I couldn’t help but look for signs that he was a werewolf, as if I knew what to look for. But, as I watched him move about the room, it did seem like he had an inhuman grace.
My mind drifted back over the last few days. The more I reflected on what I’d seen of Kris, the more I had to believe in what James said. Like the comment James made about Kris sharing his power with me when we ran through the woods. My final proof shy of seeing one of them become a wolf came when Kris turned to me. He had a feral gleam that no human ever could hope to attain.
“James told you?” It sounded more like a statement than a question.
“Yeah.” I cursed myself under my breath for the quaver that sounded like weakness in my voice. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”
“No.” His eyes bore into me, pinning me with their intensity.
I shook my head slightly. “Why tell me? I assume this is something you keep under wraps since the world isn’t freaking out over it.”
“You wanted to know about your sister.” He finally looked away.
I sagged a little, relieved to be out from under that stare. My face reddened at that thought, like I’d done something wrong. Which made me angry that this man could trigger me to react like this.
“And?” I prompted, noticing that his words may have indicated there was nothing more. But his face told me he hadn’t gotten to everything yet.
Kris watched me for a long, silent minute before he answered, “You have something we need. I need.”
I blinked several times. “What?”
“You have power. The same power that got your sister involved in this. I need the power you have.”
I chuckled a little. “Are you sure this isn’t some delusion or dream?”
“Don’t worry. You’re awake and not crazy.” Kris’s voice took on that same too steady tone James’s voice held earlier.
“I feel crazy,” I shot back.
“No,” Kris corrected. “You are feeling the effects of the symbiotic magic.”
“Your magic with mine. You are what they used to call a druid. I am a wolf. Your kind and mine have had a symbiotic relationship for centuries.”
I scrubbed my face. “What does that mean?”
“A whole new life for you.”
“What if I like mine just as it is?” I challenged him.
He turned that powerful stare to me once again. “You don’t. You wouldn’t be here if you did.”
Kris had a point there.