Meet Amber, a teenage girl struggling with the death of her father, an overstressed mother- and lycanthropy. All she wants is for her life to go back to normal, but a magical corporation has lost a valuable test subject and they believe Amber will b...
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Chapter Seventy Three
Stark undid the latch, and my cage door swung open. Simplest thing in the world, unless you don't have thumbs.
"I've got some clothes for you in the car," he said, and turned and ran back outside.
I knew I should go out after him, but right then I was in shock. Stark was here? Like, at the same place I was? Had Majestic let him get away again already? His appearance had caught me so off guard that I'd even forgotten to wonder about that two-legged wolfman he'd turned into. A moment later, he came back into the house, carrying a set of clothes for me to put on, and found me still standing in the cage where he'd left me.
"Come on," he urged me, setting the clothes on the floor. "We don't have much time."
At his command I came out of the cage, but almost tripped when my bad leg caught on the edge. Stark reached out and caught me, though, keeping me from falling with only one hand.
"Here, let's get this off of you," he grunted, and reached for my neck. I flinched instinctively, but he ignored me and grabbed the collar. He effortlessly snapped it, and let it fall to the ground. I immediately sensed the collar's magic go away, and it was so freeing that it felt like I'd been pulled out of solid concrete. I didn't waste any time, and began to shift back. Stark turned around and respectfully looked the other way as I hurried to get dressed.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions," he said with his back still turned.
I struggled to get my arm through the sleeve, since it was still buzzing from the silver in it. "Yeah. Why are you here? How are you here?"
He turned around and gave me a sly grin. "The answer's real simple if you stop to think about it."
I did stop, and I did think about it. To my surprise, the answer came almost right away.
"You're not the Silverblood they caught," I said, quietly.
Stark nodded.
I felt my face start to turn red. "Oh. Well, I guess I owe you an apology then, huh?"
His smile faded, and he jerked his thumb toward the door. "It can wait till we're in the car. We've got a long ways to go."
With that, he turned and left the house. I followed him, tiptoeing carefully across the living room to keep from stepping on any little chunks of Fisher. The scent of blood was thick in the air, even to my human nose, but for once my wolf didn't take that as an invitation to have a snack. I got the feeling that it was tired after being used for three days straight, and just wanted to stay deep inside of me and rest for a while.
Outside, I saw Stark climbing into a beat up old car and start it up. He waved me for to join him, and I did. I gave Fisher's house one last glance as he put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. With the front door broken down, it wouldn't be long before someone found Fisher's body. Had anyone seen Stark coming out? Or me? Could they trace this all the way back to me? Would they think I was a murderer?
