steps, fell on my side, and then dragged myself forward weakly before hopping back up and continuing to walk briskly down the shoulder of the highway.
"If things get that bad, I'll give Kyle a call and tell him he needs to come pick us up," Warren said dryly.
I gave him a canine grin and turned off the highway and onto a secondary road. The Summers' house was a nice two-story house built in the past decade on a two-acre parcel. They had a dog who took one look at me and came at us in a silent rush that stopped dead as soon as Warren growled - or maybe it just smelled the werewolf on him.
I put my nose to the ground and searched for the trail I'd hoped was there. It was summer and just a quarter mile away was the river. Most self-respecting boys would...yes. Here it was.
I'd thought about finding Jacob Summers at home, but it would be hard to explain why I needed to talk to him alone. I wasn't even quite sure what I was going to tell him - or if I was going to say anything at all.
The road continued most of the way to the river, sort of petering out just after it crossed the canal. I found Jacob's favorite place by following his trail. There was a pretty good sized boulder right on the edge of the river.
I hopped on it and stared out at the river, just as Jacob must.
"You aren't thinking of jumping in, are you, Mercy?" Warren asked. "I wasn't much of a swimmer when I was human and matters haven't improved over the years."
I gave him a scornful look, then remembered that Tim had told me to drown myself for love of him.
"Glad to hear it," he said and sat on the rocky shore beside me.
He leaned over and picked up a tangle of fishing line complete with hook and sinker and a couple of old beer cans. He put the hook in the cans. Suddenly he straightened and looked around.
"Do you feel that?" he asked me. "Temperature just dropped about ten degrees. Do you suppose your Fideal friend is about?"
I knew why it was colder. Austin Summers stood beside me and petted me with his cool, dead hand. When I looked up at him, he was just staring at the river, as I had been.
Warren paced back and forth along the shoreline, looking for Fideal, unaware that we'd been joined by someone else.
"Tell my brother." Austin didn't look away from the deep blue water. "Not my parents, they wouldn't understand. They'd rather believe that I committed suicide than hear that I'd succumbed to Tim's magical potion. They get that kind of stuff mixed up with Satanism." He smiled faintly with a hint of contempt in his voice. "But my brother needs to know I didn't abandon him, all right? And you're right. Here is a good place. It's his thinking place."
I leaned into his hand a little.
"Good," he said.
We sat there a long time before he faded away. I lost his scent soon after, but I felt his fingers in my fur until I hopped off the rock and headed back home, with Warren walking beside me, two crumpled beer cans in his hand.
"So did you have something you wanted to do?" Warren asked. "Or did you just want to stare at the river - which you could have done without coming all of this way."
I wagged my tail, but made no effort to answer him any other way.
The next step required me to be human. It took me twenty minutes in the bathroom with the door shut before I managed it. It was stupid, but for some reason I felt more vulnerable as a human than I did as a coyote.
Warren knocked on the door to tell me that he was going home to catch some shut-eye and that Samuel was home for the night.
"Okay," I said.
I could hear the smile in his voice. "You're going to be just fine, girl." He banged his knuckles one more time on the door and left.
I stared at my human face in the mirror and hoped he was right. Life would be simpler as a coyote.
"You wuss," I told myself and got in the shower without warming it up first.
I showered until the water was cold again, which took a while. One of the upgrades Samuel had put in was a huge hot water tank, even though there