I’m back this Saturday with the next piece to Hunting the Hunted. I know I missed a bit over the holidays, things got rather busy. But, I’m getting back on track. So, if you still need to catch up with the rest of the story before reading on, click here to be taken to the main page for the serial. As always, please let me know what you think!
A Walk in the Woods
“Well,” I blinked, trying to find words, “Ain’t that a bitch.”
He was right, and we both knew it. I didn’t want an ordinary life.
“Come with me,” Kris said in a tone that almost commanded.
Part of me wanted to refuse just because he expected me to listen. His jaw tightened when he saw my instinct to refuse out of spite.
“Lead on my furry friend.”
That didn’t seem to go over well either. But, what can I say? I became a smart ass when uncomfortable, which was a massive understatement at the moment.
I followed Kris through the house, though mansion would be a more accurate description. We stepped out onto the huge stone veranda. I noticed a heart set in stone near the door. It seemed odd, yet fitting, for Kris. James, waiting inside the door to the veranda, trailed behind us. I got the impression from James that, no matter what Kris did or where he went, James would be right there with him. Again, I didn’t think it was a good thing. But, what the hell, I was already in way over my head. What difference would it make to see this through now?
The formal English garden that greeted me was impressive. I didn’t think I could spot a single pebble out of place. The huge tract of untouched land just beyond the garden didn’t fit the scene, though.
“Okay, I’m outside. Why did you bring me out here?”
Kris didn’t answer. He passed through the garden into the undeveloped land and chose a game trail. James stopped at the edge of the trees. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. James gestured for me to follow Kris, but stayed at the tree line.
“You feel better out here,” Kris said once James couldn’t hear us anymore.
“And how do you know that?”
“I told you. You’re a druid and I’m a faoladh, werewolf for lack of a better translation. I can sense what you feel, what you need. That’s my job.”
This guy was creeping me out, because once again he had hit on the truth. My mood always improved out in nature. What the hell was going on here?