The Uprising (Moonlight Wolves Book 3)

by Jasmine B. Waters

  “Wow,” Steven whispered as we pushed our way through the crowd gathered in the narthex. “There are so many people here.”

  “I know,” I replied nervously.

  We sat at the end of a pew and I pulled my sweater close around my body. Despite the mass of bodies, it was freezing cold inside the church. The last time I was here, Andrea called Monica a witch in front of the whole town, I thought as I closed my hands and twisted my hands in my lap. How can everyone have forgotten?

  The pastor – it was the same one who had led Andrea’s “prayer meeting” – walked to the pulpit. He was wearing long black robes with a purple cloth draped over his shoulders. He looked deeply touched.

  Suddenly, a kernel of panic formed in my mind. What if he mentions Andrea by name, what if I somehow have to explain everything to Steven?

  I tried to tell myself that he wouldn’t believe me – that it would sound too far-fetched – but I couldn’t help worrying.

  “Dear friends,” the pastor said, leaning into the microphone. All of the ambient sounds and chatter around me died. “It is with a heavy heart that I address you all.”

  A ripple of murmurs soared through the crowd and I shrank down, leaning against the bench.

  “The…tragedy that struck Jaffrey has been in my heart and mind ever since, and I’m sure it’s been weighing heavily on you, as well,” the pastor continued. “At this time, I’d like to invite you all to speak, if you feel the need to share.”

  I bit my lip. The pastor stepped back, holding the microphone in his hand and gesturing towards the crowd.

  “Please, don’t feel that it needs to be long,” the pastor said. “But share your feeling, share your emotions with the Holy Father and the congregation, so that we may begin to heal.”

  For a few minutes, the church was silent. Then a slow line of people began to form in the aisle, their heads bowed.

  I recognized one of Monica’s neighbors – the one with the slain cattle – at the front of the line and I shivered. This was a bad idea, I thought, glancing around. Now it’s all Steven’s going to be able to talk about for the rest of the day.

  “Hello,” the neighbor said, rasping into the microphone. “I don’t know how many of y’all recognize me…I’m Bernard Petterson, on the edge of town.”

  A small smattering of applause went through the crowd.

  Bernard continued: “I just wanted to say how sorry I am, I feel real bad for everyone. This hasn’t been a good year.” He paused, dramatically looking towards the ceiling of the church. “I just pray that the lord Jesus will come down and help us all.”

  The pastor patted Bernard on the back and handed the microphone off. This time, I only vaguely recognized the woman holding it: she was one of the special education teachers at school, but I’d never spoken to her before. Her face was streaked with tears.

  “When I think of the paranoia that gripped our town, it just about breaks my heart,” she said sweetly into the microphone. “We’ve got a lot of work to do, to heal, but I think if we stay strong, we can do it together. Don’t you all agree?”

  Most people nodded and murmured agreement under their breaths.

  It went on like that, for over two hours. By the time the line of people was growing shorter, my butt was numb from sitting on the wooden pew. I’d barely sneaked a glance at Steven the whole time, but now I searched his face for any trace of emotion or sadness.

  He mostly just looked stoic and bored, the way I’d seen him in school before we’d ever talked.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.

  Steven cocked his head to the side. “You want to leave? It’s not over yet,” he added. “I thought you felt like you had to stay?”

  I licked my lips. I’d expected to be wracked with guilt and grief, but if anything, I just felt more detached than ever. Somehow the service had failed to touch me – it felt fake, phony, like something that was more for the survivors than Andrea. I knew I should have been relieved that no one mentioned her by name, but surprisingly, that just made me feel worse.

  Steven and I ducked out of the church, into the early afternoon sunshine. The day had warmed up and I took my sweater off, folding it in my arms and keeping my face turned to the ground.

  “So, you want to get something to eat?”

  I shook my head. “I was thinking we could go for a walk in the woods, just a short one,” I said. “You okay with that?”

  Steven gave me an odd look, but nodded after a second. “I just want you to be happy,” he said. “Elizabeth, that’s really the only thing I care about.”

  I bit my lip. “I know,” I said softly. “Thanks.”

  Steven drove to the edge of town, near where the Boers’ lived. He parked at the end of the road and we climbed out of the car, walking towards the woods in silence.

  “So,” I said cautiously. “How are you feeling?”

  Steven shrugged. “Fine,” he said. He yawned. “That was long.”

  My heart sank. “I take it you didn’t really get anything out of that,” I said softly, crunching over dead leaves and twigs. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry, you wanted to go,” Steven said. He reached for my hand and squeezed. “Everything’s fine, Liz.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Don’t call me Liz,” I said. “I hate it.”

  “She hates Liz,” Steven said, tapping the side of his forehead and laughing. “I think I can remember that.”

  I frowned. Something about his jokey, relaxed attitude was putting me on edge. I couldn’t believe that nothing in the memorial service had triggered him – it was too normal, too wrong.

  We walked on. I pushed through the trees until I was almost jogging. Steven had to walk faster to keep up and more than once he called out and asked me to stop. But I knew I had to keep going until I was as close to the coven as possible – as close to Andrea’s fragmented spirit as it was possible to get. Of course, with Steven by my side, I’d never be able to find Henrik and Ligeia.

  But that didn’t mean I couldn’t try to get close.

  “Elizabeth, where are we going,” Steven called. “I’m hungry.”

  I set my lips in a thin line. “We can get something to eat after this,” I said. “Just a little bit longer. It’s not far.”

  Shoving all thoughts of Steven out of my mind, I tried to channel the energy of the coven. Please, let me get close, I thought as I walked on. Please, just a little more.

  When I felt the air begin to warm, I stopped. Turning my face up to the warming rays of the sun, I closed my eyes.

  “Here,” I said. “Right here.”

  Steven skidded to a stop, sending gravel and dirt flying. “Okay,” he said. He looked at me and shrugged. “What are we doing?”

  Swallowing hard, I dropped to my knees. “We’re praying,” I said. “We’re praying to heal our town.”

  Steven narrowed his eyes. “Elizabeth…if you feel like this, why didn’t you just say something back at the church?”

  “Because that was too fake,” I said. I licked my lips. “She wouldn’t have heard us.”

  “She?” Steven frowned. “Who are you talking about?”

  “No one,” I lied. “Pray with me, okay?”

  Steven gave me a curious look but dropped to his knees and put his hands together. “I feel like I’m back at church,” he muttered under his breath.

  I ignored him. Closing my eyes, I pictured Andrea’s childish, round face. I remembered all of the times she came onto Steven in front of me, teasing me. I remembered her vindictive anger towards Monica, the way she openly hated her so much.

  And then I thought about before – back when we were kids. How Andrea was always the one who cried if she fell off her bike, or how she always complained that she was cold during a snow day. I tried to remember the innocent stuff – like the time she’d earnestly asked me if the Loch Ness Monster was real after my parents had taken me on a vacation to Scotland.

  Maybe it is real, Andrea, I thought
with a sigh. Who knows?

  When the air around me was quiet and still, I licked my lips and began.

  “I’m so sorry,” I said, putting my hand down on the ground and feeling the chill, damp dirt beneath the leaves. “I’m so sorry that things turned out like this, that you had to experience such fright and pain.”

  “Elizabeth, who are you talking to?”

  “Shh,” I said. “I just want you to know that I loved you and cared about you. You were a good friend, and you were loyal. Just know that I’m sorry, and this wasn’t personal. It was from the past, from a long time ago, and I did what I had to do.”

  I sighed, trying to picture how Andrea would accept my apology. And I was sure she’d accept it, too – after all, she was a Christian. Even if she didn’t really forgive me, she wouldn’t make me feel bad.

  Tears welled up in my eyes and I swallowed a lump in my throat.

  “Okay,” I said, touching the ground one more time. “Thanks for listening.”

  Getting to my feet, I brushed the dirt from my knees. I’d worn a dress to church, but my tights were muddy and stained from kneeling in the grass.

  Steven got to his feet and gave me an odd look. “Elizabeth, are you feeling okay?”

  I nodded sadly. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “I’ll be fine. So you want something to eat?”

  Half an hour later, Steven and I were seated across from each other in the diner. He hadn’t quit giving me strange looks since leaving the woods, but I genuinely was starting to feel a little better. Hopeless, endless guilt still welled inside of me like a hidden spring but I knew that eventually, I’d learn to shoulder it and begin to move on. Being in the woods had calmed me – it was just like Ligeia had said, about the magic of nature.

  When the waitress stopped by the table, Steven ordered bacon cheeseburgers for both of us, with extra onion rings and fries. I hadn’t felt hungry before, instead I’d been sick and nauseous. But as soon as there was a huge plate of steaming food in front of me, I ate until I had to reach under my skirt and pull the waistband of my tights over my protruding belly.

  “Feeling better?” Steven took an onion ring from my plate and wiped it in ketchup before eating it whole. “I could still have dessert,” he added.

  “God, I feel like I’m going to explode,” I said. And then there it was – the guilt, rushing back. How the heck did I just eat a huge meal, I thought. I’m supposed to be in mourning! I killed someone…and her own brother doesn’t even remember her.

  “So not dessert?”

  I shook my head. The burger had tasted good, but my nausea was starting to come back with a vengeance.

  “Can you just take me home?”

  Steven paid – he insisted – and then drove me home, his hand on my knee the whole time. It was crazy – I hadn’t felt desire, or anything like it, since before the first time we’d had sex.

  Or with David, I remembered, another pang of guilt searing my heart. You remember that? How that felt?

  “I’m going to need some time,” I said, gently pushing Steven’s hand away. He was leaning over me with his lips puckered, ready for a kiss. “I’m sorry.”

  Steven nodded. “I get that you’re going through a lot,” he said. He sighed, raking a hand through his messy blonde hair. “But I need you, Elizabeth. I need to know that you need me too.”

  I nodded slowly. “I know,” I said. I forced a smile. “Thanks for taking me, and for the walk, and for lunch,” I said. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

  Steven’s smile faded. “Okay,” he said. “Later, Elizabeth.”

  With a heavy heart, I climbed out of the car and walked inside.

  Mom and Dad left me alone the rest of the day. I thought about calling Monica, but instead climbed into bed with a book from English class, A Separate Peace. But I found that losing myself in the story of two prep-school boys with problems nothing remotely like my own proved impossible. I set the book down, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

  “The spirit of Prudence has not been demolished,” Ligeia said, her blue eyes glittering in the semi-dark.

  “Why haven’t we been able to subdue her? I do not understand,” Henrik said slowly. “We did everything according to plan.”

  Ligeia took a deep breath, sighing. “I do not know,” she said. “It vexes me. And it makes me so concerned for the future – if the spirit of Prudence returns in yet another lifetime. We may not be strong enough to ensure her complete removal.”

  “But if she returns…”

  “That will mean death for us,” Ligeia said sadly. She twined her knotted fingers in her long white hair. “That will be the end. She will win, Henrik. And we will be no more.”

  Gasping and choking, I bolted awake, sitting straight up at once. My heart was pounding – what did it mean? Had that been a vision? Or merely a dream, a nightmare built on grief and guilt?

  My fingers trembled as I reached for my phone. Dialing Monica, I pressed it close to my sweaty ear.

  “Elizabeth?” Monica yawned. “What’s wrong?”

  “I had a dream,” I said quickly. “A dream about Ligeia and Henrik.”

  Monica was silent for a long time after I told her.

  “Well?” I asked. “What does it mean?”

  I heard a voice in the background and frowned.

  “Monica? You there?”

  “David, hold on,” Monica said, muffling the mouthpiece. “Give me a second.”

  My heart sank.

  “Sorry, Elizabeth,” Monica said. “I’m with David, he just wanted to know what was going on.”

  I sighed. “What do you think? I woke up sweating,” I said. “What do you think it means?”

  “I don’t know, Elizabeth,” Monica said. “I…” She trailed off.

  “What?” I bit my lip. “Don’t you think this is a big deal? I mean, don’t you think we have to do something?”

  “I have to do something,” Monica said. “You have to stay out of it.” She paused and I could tell she was thinking hard. “Look, something’s…not right with them right now, okay? I can’t really say anything else.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “What does that even mean? Like, did they lie about something?”

  “Not exactly,” Monica said. She sighed loudly into the phone and I pulled it away from my ear for a second.

  “Then what?”

  “I don’t know, Elizabeth, I told you – I need some time to figure this out on my own.”

  “That’s not fair!” I whined. “I don’t get it – look, I joined the coven in the first place, just so I could help you! You can’t keep shutting me out, not if you want to come on top. This is a lot, Monica, you can’t handle it on your own.”

  “You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Monica said darkly. Something about her words chilled me to the bone. “There’s a lot you don’t understand, and I’m still trying to figure it out myself.”

  I groaned in exasperation. “But if you don’t tell me, then maybe you won’t figure it out at all! Have you ever thought about the fact that I’m trying to help you?” I asked sarcastically. “You’re my best friend, and we’re in this together! I want to make sure that nothing bad happens here!”

  “Something bad has already happened,” Monica said. “Look, I’m sorry – if it were anything else, anything in the world, you know I’d tell you. But I can’t – I don’t even know the words to use, okay? You’re going to have to trust me.”

  I flopped against my pillows, shaking my head. “I hate this,” I said quietly. “I hate how this is driving us apart. Next thing I know, you’re going to disappear and then you won’t come back and I’ll never know!”

  Monica was silent for a long time before she replied.

  “I know,” she said. “I know that’s how you feel, but I promise I won’t abandon you, Elizabeth. I swear it, okay?”

  I sighed. “Fine,” I muttered angrily. “I guess this doesn’t mean anything to you, after all.”

  I hung up before Monica coul
d reply, but when I lay back down in bed, I found that I was suddenly wide awake.

  Chapter Four

  Monica

  “Hello, Elizabeth?”

  David frowned. “What did she say?”

  “She hung up on me,” I said slowly. I blinked. “I can’t believe she’d do that.”

  David shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, you know how moody she is.”

  “Yeah, but I know she’s angry with me,” I said. And she has good reason to be, too.

  David’s dark eyes turned soft and he pulled me against his lean chest. “I don’t know how anyone could ever be angry with you,” he said.

  I closed my eyes and tried to relax. You don’t know the half of it, I thought grimly.

  “Monica?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I love you.”

  I sagged against David’s body. “I love you, too,” I said quietly.

  The next morning, I got up early and made breakfast for everyone – David, Jamie, and Brian. When my parents came downstairs, they gave me a surprised look.

  “This is nice,” Jamie said. She narrowed her eyes. “Is there coffee?”

  “Yup, already on the table.”

  Jamie smiled. “What’s the occasion? I can’t remember the last time you’ve cooked for me,” she said. “Did you get a bad grade?”

  I forced a laugh. Oh, nothing, Mom, I thought sarcastically. Just about to go into the woods and possibly never come home, but you never know.

  “No reason,” I said finally. “I just wanted to do something nice.”

  “Well, this is great,” Jamie said. “I know your father’s going to be happy, too. Did David stay?”

  “Yeah. He’s in the shower. He’ll be down in a few.”

  “I’m so glad you met a nice boy, Monica,” Jamie said. She rolled her eyes. “When I was in high school, all the guys were such creeps.”

  “Yeah, that’s why you started dating your college history professor,” I cracked dryly.

  Jamie shrugged. “And then we got married and had you, what difference does it make?”

  Something about the way Jamie said that made me sad. I could tell she was thinking of the future – where I was older, maybe married with grandchildren. I could almost picture her sitting by the fire and telling my own kids how she and Brian had met.