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Authors: Kathy Reichs

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My nose awoke, whisked patterns from the summer breeze, deftly read the coastal scents. Salt. Sand. Sea. My nostrils sifted the delicate nuances.
My arms and legs quivered, smoldering with caged energy yearning for release. Unconsciously, I bared my teeth in animal delight.
The feeling was so incredible, so potent, that I panted with the pleasure of it. I wanted to live in that moment forever. Never stop. Never return.
I
flared
.
Beside me, Ben grimaced, dark eyes clamped shut. Muscles tense, his powerful frame trembling, he tried to flare by sheer force of will. Failed.
It doesn’t work that way
.
I kept quiet. Who was I to give advice? In the end, I didn’t understand our powers any more than Ben. My control wasn’t much better than his.
Not once I freed the wolf.
I suppose you’re wondering what I’m talking about. Or you’ve already decided I’m nuts and are slowly backing away from this book. Can’t say I blame you. A few months ago, I’d have done the same thing.
But that was before I changed. Before a microscopic invader altered my biological software. Before I evolved, became something more. Something brand new. Something primal.
Here’s the short of it.
A few months back, a nasty supervirus infected my friends and me. The organism wasn’t natural. It came straight from a secret laboratory, created during an illegal experiment. And this bug had a taste for human carriers.
How did I get so lucky?
An unscrupulous scientist, Dr. Marcus Karsten, cooked up the germ. He was my father’s boss at Loggerhead Island Research Institute. In a mad dash for cash, Karsten crossed two types of parvovirus, accidentally creating a new strain that was contagious to people. Unfortunately, we caught it from a wolfdog named Cooper, Karsten’s test subject.
Don’t get me started.
Anyway, I was sick for days. We all were. Then things got weird.
My brain would snap like a rubber band. My senses would go berserk.
At times I’d lose control, unable to suppress sudden animal instincts. Scarfing raw hamburger meat. Stalking a caged gerbil. It was the same for the others.
When the dust settled, my friends and I were forever altered, down to the core. The vicious pathogen scrambled our cellular blueprint. Rewrote our genetic code. Canine DNA barged into my human chromosomes and made itself at home.
It’s not easy, living with wolf instincts buried inside your double helix.
But our condition is not without certain . . .
benefits
.
I’ll be blunt. My friends and I have special powers. Superhuman abilities. Hidden, but very real. You heard me right.
We’re kind of a big deal. Or would be, if we could tell anyone about it, which we can’t. Not unless we want to learn about human dissection. Up close.
We call the power “flaring.” That’s the best I can describe the sensation. I burn up inside, my mind warps and snaps, and then
boom
! My powers unleash.
I’m learning to control my abilities. At least, I think I am.
Okay,
hope
I am.
Heck, I’d settle for just knowing what they are.
I understand the basics. When I flare, my senses go into hyperdrive. Sight. Smell. Hearing. Taste. Even touch.
I become faster. Stronger.
More alive.
Viral
.
That’s what we call ourselves. Virals. It seemed appropriate to have a group name after becoming a gang of genetic mutants. It’s good for morale.
There are five Virals total. Me. Ben. Hi. Shelton. And my wolfdog, Cooper, of course. After all, he was patient zero.
The upshot is we Virals can tap the physical powers of wolves. But not always when we want them. And sometimes the changes come unbidden.
To be honest, we have no idea exactly what happened to us, or what we can do to fix it. Or what will happen next.
But one thing is certain: we’re different. Freaks. Disambiguations.
And we’re on our own.
Ben’s frustration grew with each passing moment. Angry, he ripped off his black T-shirt and threw it to the sand, as if the garment alone was foiling his efforts. Perspiration covered his deeply tanned skin.
I turned away so he wouldn’t see my already glowing eyes. Didn’t want to increase his aggravation. Ben Blue in a mood is no fun for anyone.
Hi crouched just beyond Ben. A chubby kid with wavy brown hair, he wore a red Hawaiian shirt and green board shorts. Not exactly stylish—or even matching—but classic Hiram Stolowitski.
He stared down the shoreline, having long since lit his own flare. Of all the Virals, accessing the power came easiest to Hi.
“I see you, Mr. Rabbit,” he whispered to himself. “You can’t hide from Wolfman Hi.”
“Good work,” I deadpanned. With my powers unleashed, his every word was crystal clear. “Taunting a helpless bunny. That’s a worthwhile use of our flare time.”
“He taunted me first.” Hi’s gaze remained glued to his target. “By being so darn cute!
Aren’t cha?
Aren’t cha cute, you
fuzzy wittle guy
!”
My golden eyes rolled. “We’re
supposed
to be practicing.”
“Then practice your vision, Lady Buzzkill.” He pointed. “Fifty yards. Third dune from the tree line, the one with all the cattails.
Typha latifolia
. Brown fur, speckled. Black whiskers. It’s an eastern cottontail.
Sylvilagus floridanus
.”
Hi loved showing off his knowledge of natural history almost as much as he liked conducting scientific experiments. Both traits were inherited from his father, LIRI’s head mechanical engineer.
Then Hi mock-squealed, his cheeks reddening. “
Oh
! And he’s got a bunny friend now, too!”
We stood near the northern edge of Turtle Beach, on the west coast of Loggerhead Island. The interior forest loomed to my right. To my left stretched the Atlantic Ocean, unbroken all the way to Africa.
I focused on the spot Hi had indicated, a rough patch of cattails and salt myrtle at the wood’s edge. My gaze zeroed. Locked.
The scene leaped forward with awesome clarity, beyond anything a human eye should be able to see. I could make out every leaf, every twig. Sure enough, two snuffling rabbits were tucked inside the foliage.
Half a football field away.
“Your flare vision is fantastic,” I said. “Better than mine. I can’t make out their whiskers from this distance.”
Hi shrugged. “Then I’ve got you beat with one sense, at least. I don’t hear as well as Shelton, or have your schnozzaroo.”
Beside me, Ben grunted. Growled. Shook. He still couldn’t light the lamp. His eyes remained closed, but his mutters had shifted to four-letter words. Unpleasant ones.
Observing Ben’s struggle, Hi scratched his chin. Glanced at me. Shrugged. Then he quietly slipped around behind Ben.
And, without ceremony, kicked him in the ass. Hard.
Ben toppled forward into the sand.
“What the hell!?!” Ben surged to his feet and advanced on Hi with clenched fists. His eyes now blazed with yellow fire.
“Take it easy, slugger!” Hi backpedaled, both hands in the air. “I was only getting you mad enough! Had to be done.”
So far, Ben could only tap his power when enraged. Like now. He looked ready to remove Hi’s head.
“Stop!” I yelled, anxious to prevent a homicide. “Ben, you’re flaring now. It worked.”
Ben paused and flexed his hands, noticing the change. Scowling, he nodded at Hi. Hi gave a big thumbs-up, grinning from ear to ear.
“We’ve
got
to figure out a better way,” Ben muttered, “or I’m going to end up thrashing one of you guys. I may pound Thick Burger here anyway,” he said, gesturing toward Hi.
Hi chucked Ben’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re welcome pal. Anytime.”
Faster than thought, Ben grabbed Hi and wrapped him in a vicious bear hug. “Smart-ass.”
Hi sputtered, gasped for air. “Back off! I don’t like you that way!”
Ben laughed. Then he lifted Hi over his shoulders. Effortlessly.
My jaw dropped.
Ben spun Hi overhead like a chopper blade. Once. Twice. Hi turned a pale shade of green. Lime? Teal? Shamrock?
“I’m gonna puke!” Hi warned. “DEFCON One!”
Ben bounded to the waterline. Heaved.
Hi flew like a ragdoll, landed face-first in two feet of surf, sputtering and cursing.
Ben grinned wickedly. “I think I’ve got it now. Thanks.”
“Ungrateful.” Hi blew water from his nose while surveying his sopping clothes. “But I’ll admit, that was kind of awesome. You get
strong
.”
Hi tried splashing his attacker, but Ben danced away, hooting. Then Ben sprinted down Turtle Beach, leaped the sand dunes, and disappeared from sight.
“Wow,” I said. “He’s fast, too. Much faster than me, even flaring.”
Hi slogged back onto the beach. “I let him win. He needs the self-confidence.”
“Right.”
“Hey, I’m a giver.”
“A saint.”
It was good to see Ben laugh again. Smiles had been rare since the Heaton case. The media firestorm had burned out quickly, but our parents were not so easily distracted. We’d each been grounded for most of the summer.
And I mean
grounded
. The adults had been savvy enough to hit where it hurt. No visitors, TV, or phone. Not even Internet access. It was brutal, like living in a cave.
With no chances to meet or even discuss our abilities, I’d begun to quietly freak the flip out.
The virus was a wildcard rampaging through our bodies.
Anything
was possible.
Was the sickness gone for good? Had our powers stabilized? Did anyone else know about Karsten’s secret experiment? About Coop? About us?
I’d been trapped with these questions for weeks. Alone.
The isolation hadn’t been good for my nerves.
Ben escaped first. The senior Blues never paid much attention to discipline. My parole came August first, after nearly two months served.
Good behavior? More like constant moping. I just wore Kit down.
Hi had finally talked his way out last week. That surprised me. Knowing his mother, Ruth Stolowitski, I thought he’d be last for sure. Not so. As far as I knew, Shelton was still on lockdown. Apparently the Devers had zero tolerance for criminal behavior, regardless of justification.
Make no mistake, I was still on probation. Strict. Kit was watching me like a hawk. At least, he thought he was.
Once Hi shook free, the three of us began trekking out to Loggerhead every week. We needed to practice, safe from prying eyes. The isolation was ideal. And, right under my father’s nose, I could visit the island without suspicion.
Loggerhead is held in trust by Charleston University. Very few have permission to visit. Luckily, dear old dad works here. So do the other Virals’ parents.
Kit Howard is a marine biologist working at LIRI, the university’s on-site scientific station. One of the most advanced veterinary facilities on the planet, LIRI consists of a three-acre walled compound nestled on the islet’s southern half.
That’s not all. Loggerhead Island is a full-fledged primate research center, with troops of rhesus monkeys roaming free in the woods. No permanent buildings exist outside the main complex.
The habitat is as close to undisturbed as possible for a prime hunk of real estate lying just off Charleston Harbor.
A perfect place to fly your freak flag.
This was our third practice session, and we’d begun to notice slight differences in our abilities. Strengths. Weaknesses. Variations in style and finesse.
But the powers were complex, our grasp of them far from complete. What I didn’t understand would fill the ocean. Deep down, I suspected we’d barely scraped our full potential.
An explosion of sand reclaimed my attention.
My gaze fastened on a bouncing shape, moving wicked fast. Zoomed. Tracked. Unconsciously, my muscles tensed, ready to spring.

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