She was older nowâalmost grown up. And she looked completely there, although Jinx knew she was not. She reached toward a tree branch that hung over the pathâand the branch bowed down and touched her outstretched hand.
What theâ?
Listeners, said the trees. Listener .
Youâre trying to make me think Iâm crazy, said Jinx shortly, and walked on.
The trees murmured to themselves. The Listener isnât listening .
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It was the shortest day of the yearâand Jinxâs thirteenth birthday. What a way to spend a birthday. He was cold, hungry, and practically a murderer. Things could hardly get worse.
Of course they could.
Jinx heard clawed feet scrabbling along the path behind him. He wheeled around to see a wolf charging him. Suddenly it reared up on its hind legs and grinned at himâa werewolf. Jinx could see handlike paws, surprisingly intelligent golden eyes, and . . . fangs. Jinx clutched his knife.
âTruce of the Path,â said the werewolf.
Jinx took his hand off his knife, reluctantly. Simon had told him never to trust to the Truce unless he had to. He wished he couldnât see the werewolfâs hunger. It was only slightly reassuring that this werewolf was wearing spectacles.
The werewolf held out a hand. âIâm Malthus.â
Swallowing hard, Jinx took the werewolfâs hand and shook it. Almost-human fingers stuck out of matted fur and ended in broken yellow claws. Jinx managed to suppress a shudder as the talons slid over his skin.
âJinx. Uh, nice to meet you,â Jinx lied.
âIâve been watching you for some time,â said Malthus.
This is not exactly the most reassuring thing to hear when youâre many miles from home and alone on the Path.
âWhy?â said Jinx.
âReasons of my own,â said Malthus. âShall we walk on?â
They walked on.
âDo you know youâre a Listener?â said the werewolf.
âOf course,â said Jinx.
Malthus tapped a claw against his lower lip, a thinking kind of gesture. âBut you donât know what it means.â
Jinx started to say that he did, too, but decided arguing with a werewolf wasnât a great idea. He shrugged.
âIf you want to survive,â said Malthus, âyouâll figure it out sooner rather than later. The Urwald canât wait much longer, you know.â
âI have a pretty good idea what Listener means, thanks. What do you mean by the Urwald?â It was a question that had been troubling Jinx lately.
âUs,â said the werewolf promptly.
âUsâ?â
âWerewolves.â
âI see,â said Jinx. The trees had told him that the Urwald meant the forest and all the Restlessâbut when it came down to it, they mostly seemed to think it meant the trees.
âAnd the trees and various other creatures,â Malthus added.
âI think I may be hallucinating you,â said Jinx. âIâm really hungry.â
âDo not mention hunger, please,â said the werewolf. âI am expending considerable effort on not eating you. Do you ever wonder what we gain by keeping the Truce?â
Jinx started to say that everybody gained the use of the Path, but Malthus probably meant what werewolves gained, and you hardly ever saw werewolves on paths. In fact, Jinx had never seen one on a path before. In factâ
âIâve seen you before,â said Jinx. âYou had a notebook.â
A blue blop of pleased surprise from Malthus. âYou remember that.â
âAnd there was someone else there.â The memory was like a dream trying to slip away as he woke. âElves. Two elves.â
âThey cast a spell to make you forget,â said the werewolf. âDo you remember anything else?â
âNo.â It was frustrating, because the memory seemed impossibly distant, and yet he had a feeling it hadnât happened all that long ago.
âYou overcame an
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