Blue moon - By Lori Handeland Page 0,94

- made me hesitate. The hesitation got me knocked over the bead with something really hard.

I fell on my face. A gun was pressed to my head.

Man, I hated when that happened.

"We've been waiting for you."

The voice made me blink. I tried to turn so I could see with my own eyes what my brain refused to accept. But the poking of the gun barrel at the base of my neck stopped me.

A groan from Mandenauer's direction, and the cessation of the shots, told me he was in the same predicament. Too bad we hadn't climbed a tree this time. Of course there were no handy tree stands around - no doubt one of the reasons this place was theirs.

My weapons and ammo disappeared. The pressure of the gun lessened, and I raised myself to my knees.

My head hurt like a son of a bitch. Thankfully I didn't have to lift it very far to have a confirmation on that voice.

Perfectly manicured toes peaked out of obscenely high-heeled sandals right beneath my nose.

High heels in the forest. What a moron. But then, look who I was dealing with.

"Get up," Cherry demanded, tapping me again with the barrel of the gun.

My breath hissed in as a shaft of pain went through my head. But I got up before she could smack me a third time. I glanced toward Mandenauer, but he was already gone. My eyes met Cherry's and she smirked. "Not so smart now, are you?"

"Guess not. I never would have believed you'd let yourself get furry. Doesn't that ruin your makeup?"

"You'd be surprised." She motioned toward the clearing with the gun.

Cherry was the culprit? I had a hard time with that. She didn't have the brains, and I couldn't imagine Clyde taking orders from her.

Mandenauer sat in the center of a snarling, snapping circle of wolves. The ones he'd shot smoldered, the scent of burning flesh reminding me of a tailgate party at Lam-beau Field. BBQ was always on the menu.

The chanting had continued right through our altercation. I didn't recognize either of the men or the woman at the bonfire. I did, however, recognize the totem hanging over the flames.

The only word I understood was Matchi-auwishuk. I figured they were calling on the Evil Ones to raise the wolf god.

Cherry shoved me across the clearing with several nicely placed jabs to the small of my back with her pistol.

"Sit." She kicked the back of my knees and I hit the ground. She certainly was a nasty little thing, but I'd figured that out a long time ago.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Now we wait for - " One of the wolves snarled and she bit her lip. "You'll see."

I frowned. "You aren't going to become the wolf god?"

Her eyes widened. "Me? Hardly."

Sheesh, how many surprises did I have in store for me tonight? At least a few more.

"Why did you let Tina bite Mel?"

Surprise flickered in her eyes for a moment before they started to water. "I wanted him to be like me, but I couldn't do it. He would have been, too, but you killed him!"

The gun wobbled alarmingly. Why had I felt the need to chat?

"I thought I was helping."

"You thought!"

"Didn't you know better?"

"I thought once he was bitten it wouldn't matter. And everyone was so damn determined that he have the shot. I got confused." Her mouth trembled, but she tightened it and gave me a glare. "You'll get yours soon enough."

"I will?"

She smiled. The expression did not bode well for me.

"You know how to make a wolf god, bitch?"

"Kind of."

"Blood. Yours. Soon." She licked her lips. My stomach rolled - from the headache or the discussion of my blood I wasn't sure, maybe both.

I took a few deep breaths, stared at the ground awhile and not the gun. I had just started to feel better when Cherry whispered, "They come."

I lifted my head too fast; the world spun. I had to swallow back bile. I heard footsteps, more than one person, perhaps two.

The brash parted and Will stumbled into the clearing. My heart gave a hard, painful thump. Confusion clouded my mind. He wasn't a werewolf, so... why me?

I saw the lump on his forehead, new blood on his clean shirt, the way his hands were bound.

He had not come willingly.

The brush rustled once more, and I turned my gaze toward the new arrival. The wind kicked up and seemed to whisper: The blood of one who loves you.

I'd wondered, Why me?