stepped out of the shower.
“So?” Emily asked impatiently.
Suzanne sat down and starting to towel herself dry. “The reason I took so long was because it took me ten minutes to get the stupid fire door open.”
“Why?”
“You try to open a door when you have paws.”
“Ah …”
“The sooner schools put doggie doors on their fire exits, the happier I’ll be.”
“So, anyway, were there any vampires?”
Suzanne looked up at Emily. “No.”
“What do you mean? I could sense them!” Emily replied, shocked.
“Exactly what I said; there were no vampires. I rounded the building and nothing, zip, zilch. In other words, Em, there were no members of the fang gang; the only person I really noticed giving off a supernatural vibe was a witch.”
“How do you know that the person you saw was a witch? Were they riding on a broomstick?”
“Well, personally, I’d say seeing her chanting and a pencil floating inches in front of her were a pretty big give-away, but what do I know? I’m only a werewolf.”
Emily shook her head in amazement at what she was hearing. She still had bitter memories of when she had been run out of the town where she lived over three hundred years earlier for being accused of being a witch; the only reason she escaped a trial and execution was because her father had risked his own life to save hers.
“Emily?”
“Uh-huh,” Emily said, focusing back on the present.
“You okay? You just zoned out on me. What happened?” Suzanne asked, her face filled with concern.
“Nothing … um, we better get going. You ready?” Emily shut her locker with a loud metallic bang, which echoed throughout the girls’ locker room, and headed for the door.
That girl has issues , Suzanne thought as she finished dressing herself.
“I heard that!”
“Heard what?” Suzanne asked. Her brow twitched in confusion. “I didn’t say anything!”
There came a low growl. Emily paused with an irritated sigh. “What now, Suzanne? Did I forget to pack your squeaky toy?”
“It’s not me who’s growling!”
“What?” Emily turned – and froze.
Standing about six feet away from Suzanne was the biggest wolf Emily had ever seen, and certainly the biggest werewolf. Its pelt was golden in color with what seemed like two streaks of electric blue that ran down from its head to its shoulders. The wolf’s eyes were a steel blue which flashed a wolfen amber, the sign of a werewolf’s aggression.
“What do I do?” Suzanne whispered, her eyes wide with panic.
“Keep absolutely still,” Emily said, reaching down for the silver dagger that she kept inside her boot. Damn , Emily cursed, realizing that she wasn’t wearing her boots and that it was still in her locker along with a wooden stake and her silver and onyx cross pendant.
“Emily, we’re not with a T-Rex in Jurassic Park , so I don’t think keeping still for long is an option!” Suzanne said nervously.
The wolf gave another sinister growl, baring its teeth.
If I can just reach that baseball bat , Emily thought quickly, spying a bat on top of a bank of lockers at the other side of the girls’ locker room.
The growling became louder.
“Suzanne, you okay there?” Emily asked, hoping that her voice would distract the wolf’s attention away from Suzanne.
“Emily, I have a werewolf practically inches from my throat, so if you have a plan now is the time to let me in on it!”
“I need to get into my locker!”
“What?” Suzanne asked, but before she could take in what Emily had asked, the wolf made a lunge for her. Suzanne ducked and heard the metallic crunch as the wolf slammed into a row of lockers. Suzanne screamed as the wolf fell on top of her, dazed. Its body was heavy and lifeless.
“Emily! Get this thing off me!” Suzanne cried, trying to push the animal away.
Rushing over, Emily grabbed the wolf by the tail and began to pull. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
“This thing’s heavy,” she gasped.
“Emily, hurry,
“So?” Emily asked impatiently.
Suzanne sat down and starting to towel herself dry. “The reason I took so long was because it took me ten minutes to get the stupid fire door open.”
“Why?”
“You try to open a door when you have paws.”
“Ah …”
“The sooner schools put doggie doors on their fire exits, the happier I’ll be.”
“So, anyway, were there any vampires?”
Suzanne looked up at Emily. “No.”
“What do you mean? I could sense them!” Emily replied, shocked.
“Exactly what I said; there were no vampires. I rounded the building and nothing, zip, zilch. In other words, Em, there were no members of the fang gang; the only person I really noticed giving off a supernatural vibe was a witch.”
“How do you know that the person you saw was a witch? Were they riding on a broomstick?”
“Well, personally, I’d say seeing her chanting and a pencil floating inches in front of her were a pretty big give-away, but what do I know? I’m only a werewolf.”
Emily shook her head in amazement at what she was hearing. She still had bitter memories of when she had been run out of the town where she lived over three hundred years earlier for being accused of being a witch; the only reason she escaped a trial and execution was because her father had risked his own life to save hers.
“Emily?”
“Uh-huh,” Emily said, focusing back on the present.
“You okay? You just zoned out on me. What happened?” Suzanne asked, her face filled with concern.
“Nothing … um, we better get going. You ready?” Emily shut her locker with a loud metallic bang, which echoed throughout the girls’ locker room, and headed for the door.
That girl has issues , Suzanne thought as she finished dressing herself.
“I heard that!”
“Heard what?” Suzanne asked. Her brow twitched in confusion. “I didn’t say anything!”
There came a low growl. Emily paused with an irritated sigh. “What now, Suzanne? Did I forget to pack your squeaky toy?”
“It’s not me who’s growling!”
“What?” Emily turned – and froze.
Standing about six feet away from Suzanne was the biggest wolf Emily had ever seen, and certainly the biggest werewolf. Its pelt was golden in color with what seemed like two streaks of electric blue that ran down from its head to its shoulders. The wolf’s eyes were a steel blue which flashed a wolfen amber, the sign of a werewolf’s aggression.
“What do I do?” Suzanne whispered, her eyes wide with panic.
“Keep absolutely still,” Emily said, reaching down for the silver dagger that she kept inside her boot. Damn , Emily cursed, realizing that she wasn’t wearing her boots and that it was still in her locker along with a wooden stake and her silver and onyx cross pendant.
“Emily, we’re not with a T-Rex in Jurassic Park , so I don’t think keeping still for long is an option!” Suzanne said nervously.
The wolf gave another sinister growl, baring its teeth.
If I can just reach that baseball bat , Emily thought quickly, spying a bat on top of a bank of lockers at the other side of the girls’ locker room.
The growling became louder.
“Suzanne, you okay there?” Emily asked, hoping that her voice would distract the wolf’s attention away from Suzanne.
“Emily, I have a werewolf practically inches from my throat, so if you have a plan now is the time to let me in on it!”
“I need to get into my locker!”
“What?” Suzanne asked, but before she could take in what Emily had asked, the wolf made a lunge for her. Suzanne ducked and heard the metallic crunch as the wolf slammed into a row of lockers. Suzanne screamed as the wolf fell on top of her, dazed. Its body was heavy and lifeless.
“Emily! Get this thing off me!” Suzanne cried, trying to push the animal away.
Rushing over, Emily grabbed the wolf by the tail and began to pull. Sweat beaded on her forehead.
“This thing’s heavy,” she gasped.
“Emily, hurry,
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