Read The Demon You Know Online
Authors: Christine Warren
"Lupines," Samantha said, softly, as if she were breaking some bad news. "Werewolves. We're both members of the Silverback Clan. That's the pack you might have heard about in the news recently. Our alpha was in on the negotiations before the Unveiling.”
Was that whooshing sound Abby suddenly heard the sea, or was all of the blood really rushing out of her head?
She was talking to a couple of werewolves.
The knowledge threatened to stagger her. Her instincts shouted at her to
run!
hide!
Get away from the predators! Now!
Now! Now!! Now!!!
But Abby liked to think she didn't let her instincts rule her.
She was an intelligent woman not prone to snap decisions. Sure, there were certain things she'dalways taken on faith—the existence of God, the possibility of miracles, how someone had figured out away to make half-and-half fat free—but that didn't mean she was ignorant or bigoted. She really believedit when she read that all men were created equal, and the media kept explaining that werewolves—
Lupines, they called themselves—were not that different from humans in character; some were good,
some were bad, and some fell in between.
So why wouldn't her heart stop beating at warp speed?
These two had stopped to help her, not hurt her. They had saved her from almost certainphysical assault at the hands of the thugs, so they couldn't be evil.
Could they?
"Don't worry," Samantha said with a little laugh. Her smile stayed in place, but Abby could see alittle of the warmth and vitality in it drain away. "We're not going to bite you or anything.”
Abby could feel herself blushing even as her instincts raised an immediate doubt. She felt likeshe'd just hung a No Coloreds sign around her neck.
Humans only at this lunch counter.
She wasn'treally like that, was she?
"Oh, I-I never thought," she stammered. "That is, I... I just...”
Samantha shook her head. "It's okay. We realize we take some getting used to for most humans,
and you haven't known about us long. But we honestly aren't going to hurt you. We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Abby shifted her weight and tried to smile back. "No, I'm sorry. I can only imagine what my face must have looked like. It was rude. It's just... you're the first were-Lupines I've met. Since the announcement, anyway. I was a little surprised.”
"We get that a lot." Carly shoved her hands in the pockets of her coveralls and raised an eyebrow. "So, now that you know what we are, why don't you tell us what you are?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Abby blinked. "Say huh?”
Samantha glared at her friend, then turned back to Abby with a reassuring smile. "Carly doesn't
mean to be rude. She's just curious. We both thought you were human at first.”
"I
am
human.”
"Know many other human women with no muscle tone to speak of who can toss a grown man
fifty feet by accident?" Carly looked torn between amusement and skepticism.
"I work out," Abby protested. If she called running back and forth to the deli all day for coffee for the reporters "working out.”
If she'd thought her instincts were screaming at her two minutes ago, she didn't want to contemplate the bullhorn they'd suddenly seemed to discover.
"It's okay. We understand about anonymity." Samantha reached out and patted her hand. "There are lots of us who aren't ready to call attention to ourselves yet. We're not going to out you against your will.”
Abby saw her vision distort. Or maybe that was the fabric of reality. "No, you don't understand.
I have nothing to out. I'm human. I'm straight. I'm Catholic. I don't have anything to hide.”
"Of course not," Carly agreed cheerfully. "You're just the human girl next door. Absolutely.”
Abby started to nod emphatically but found herself stopping a millisecond later with Carly's wristclenched in her hand and her body half turned away, as if deflecting a blow.
What the hell was happening to her?
The Lupine grinned. "Provided the girl next door has a black belt and superhuman strength,speed, and agility.”
"Carly, you're scaring her." Samantha gently tugged the two of them apart. Her eyes, goldenbrown and filled with concern, searched Abby's face. "You honestly don't know what's going on, do
you?”
"I don't even know what you're talking about," Abby protested. She took a step back, her head
shaking almost involuntarily. "I'm human, and the only thing going on is a riot that I'd like very much to get
away from now, so if you don't mind ...”
Samantha sighed. "I bet you're feeling like you just entered
The Twilight Zone.”
Carly shook her head. "Sorry, sweetie. Rod Serling is dead. I'm afraid this is the real thing.”
Okay. It was definitely past time for Abby to be leaving. Before the niggling sense of unease in the back of her mind became full-fledged panic.
"Look, um, thanks for your help and everything,” she said, backing farther away, "but I've really got to get home. I, uh, I have to be at work. Tomorrow. Early tomorrow. In the morning. It was…n-nice to meet you—”
"Wait.”
Samantha stepped forward, and Abby felt like slime when she flinched away from the Lupine.
But that didn't stop Abby from flinching.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Samantha said, "but I don't think it's a good idea for you to gowandering off by yourself. Not right now. Not until we figure out what's going on.”
"Nothing is going on!" Hysteria edged Abby's voice, but she couldn't seem to help it. She
was
hysterical. "I'm fine. I'm normal. And I'm going home.”
Her hip banged into one of the parked cars, but when she tried to ease to the side she found that Carly had beaten her to it. The blond Lupine had moved so fast, Abby hadn't even seen her, but she nowblocked the way between Abby and freedom.
"I'm sorry," Carly said, not sounding sorry at all. "We can't let you do that.”
Abby laughed at that, one of the unfunniest things she'd ever heard. "What do you mean? I can
do anything I want. I'm an adult, this is a free country, and I don't take orders.”
Samantha's smile was sympathetic. "Carly just means that we don't think you should be alone
right now. After all, it's obvious that something... unusual is going on.”
"There's nothing unusual ”—
Carly just raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at the still-unconscious Other lying on the
pavement more than fifty feet away.
Abby sucked in a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "It was just a fluke. An adrenaline
rush.”
"Sweetheart, you could
freebase
adrenaline and you wouldn't move that fast.”
Samantha's voice broke in soothingly. The sort of tone people used with sleepy babies and rabid
dogs. "I was thinking we could go see some friends of mine. They're a lot better at unraveling mysteries than we are. I'm sure they could help us figure out what's going on.”
Abby had a sudden vision of standing in the middle of a room full of unfamiliar people, each of whom was leaning close and trying to sniff her. She shook her head vehemently. "No. That's not a good idea.”
"We already promised not to hurt you," Carly said. "I'm not sure you'll get the same offer from them." She jerked her thumb in the direction of the crowd of protesters.
While the three women had been talking, the crowd had begun to drift closer to them, and they didn't sound any friendlier than they had an hour ago. By this point, Abby wasn't even sure they could
distinguish friend from foe or frightened from furry. Still, there was no way she'd go wandering off with two werewolves she had just met and didn't know from Adam. She wouldn't have gone off with two humans she'd just met, let alone a couple of monsters. That was an invitation to serial killer victimhood if she'd ever heard one.
Even as she drew breath to launch another protest, the crowd's chanting grew louder. Abby could hear the undertones of hate and fear in their voices. Never a good mix.
"They've already seen you with us," Samantha pointed out, sounding more urgent. A few of the men at the edge of the crowd were looking in the women's direction and frowning when they saw the unconscious form lying on the side of the road. From where they stood they probably couldn't see the kid's horns, and the rest of him looked perfectly human.
Abby felt another surge of panic. Surely the crowd couldn't think
she
was Other. She searched frantically through her memory. Did the crowd know the two women with her were werewolves?
"But they don't know you're Lupine," she protested, not sure if she believed herself.
"They do now.”
Impatience and irritation clear in her voice, Carly took a deep breath and shifted right in front of Abby's eyes. Abby's and the entire crowd's. One minute Carly was a short, moderately attractive blonde, and the next the air around her seemed to pulse arid shiver and in her place stood a huge, rangy wolf with sandy-blond fur and challenging hazel eyes.
Beside her, Abby heard Samantha swear. "Oh, shit!
Run!”
If Abby hadn't known better, she would almost have thought Carly grinned at that a split second before all three of them took off down the street at a dead sprint with cries of "Werewolf!" echoing close
behind them.