The Calling dr-2

by Kelley Armstrong

  “It could be Annie,” Penny whispered, her gaze fixed on me. “Come looking for her brother.”

  Antone shook his head. “That’s Maya.” He met my gaze. “I know it is.”

  He kept walking until he was directly under my branch.

  “This is your first time, isn’t it?” he said, his voice soft.

  “You’re scared and you’re confused—”

  I let out a snarl that reverberated through the quiet forest.

  Antone chuckled. “Or maybe not. I should have guessed you’d hit the ground running.” He smiled. “Or hit the trees climbing. But you’re trapped now. I know that’s not fair. You came to rescue your friend and—”

  “She didn’t come to rescue me,” Nicole spat as she stormed out of the tent. “She came to taunt me. She’s a spoiled brat—”

  “Get her out of here,” Antone said, eyes never leaving mine. “Maya, you know you’re trapped, and I’m sure you want to put up a fight, but that’s not going to help anyone.”

  I hunkered down, measuring the distance between us.

  “Cal…” Penny said. “Back away. She’s getting ready—”

  “She won’t.” His gaze fixed on mine. “She might want to, but she won’t.”

  I dug my claws deeper into the branch, testing my purchase. My tail rose and flicked from side to side as I adjusted my balance. I crouched. An easy leap. He wouldn’t get out of the way. He was too confident that I wouldn’t hurt him.

  My hindquarters twitched. My rear legs tensed. I sheathed my front claws. I let out one last snarl. Then I leaped.

  He realized then that he was wrong. That I felt no tie to him. Felt no sympathy for him. That I would rip his throat out if that protected my friends.

  At the last second, I twisted. Penny fired the tranquilizer gun, and I felt the darts whiz past. I heard Antone’s shout. Heard Penny curse as she realized she’d missed. Heard Nicole shout for them to shoot me before I killed them all.

  I wasn’t about to kill anyone. That wouldn’t save me. Wouldn’t save the others. I didn’t know if I could have or not. Only that it would be a life wasted, so the point was moot.

  When I twisted, I flung myself at the tent roof. I hit it and the tent went down. I heard them swearing then—their quarry was in the midst of a mass of billowing canvas, impossible to shoot.

  Before the tent could collapse completely, I grabbed a mouthful of canvas and ran into the forest, wrenching it along with me. It was too heavy to drag very far, but I didn’t need it to go far—just to the first trees where it caught, wedged between them like a sail. I let go and tore off into the forest.

  Behind me, I heard an ATV roar to life. But I already had a huge lead.

  Cougars are decent sprinters, but they aren’t long-distance runners. Soon I was exhausted and had to slow to a steady lope. By then, though, my pursuers were long gone, having headed north—the way I started running—while I’d looped south.

  I found Kenjii easily, as if I could instinctively retrace my steps. When I got back to the clearing, I collapsed into sleep.

  I dreamed of the rack and the bugs again. Then I dreamed of Serena at the lake. Only this time, I was right beside her, paddling around, laughing and goofing off. Then I saw Nicole, at the side, almost hidden in the bushes overhanging the lake. She slipped into the water.

  I grabbed Serena’s arm and started dragging her toward shore. “We have to get out.”

  “Oh, no.” Her hand wrapped around my wrist. “I just got you in.”

  She tugged me out farther, then flipped onto her back and floated. Beneath the crystal-clear water, I could see Nicole swimming, coming closer with each stroke.

  “It’s Nicole,” I said, pointing.

  Serena grinned. “Good. I invited her, but you know how she is. All work and no play. I don’t see why she has to practice so much. I don’t.”

  Nicole grabbed Serena by the leg. She let out a giggling shriek as she was pulled under. I dove and managed to grab her under the arms and pull her up. She came up sputtering and scowling.

  “What was that for?” she said, pushing wet hair from her face.

  “It’s Nicole,” I said, grabbing her arm again. “She’s trying to drown you.”

  Serena laughed. “Nicole wouldn’t hurt me. She’s my friend. She’s just—”

  She went under again as Nicole dragged her down. I swam after them, but this time they were moving too fast. I could see Serena’s face. Her eyes glittering as she tried not to laugh. Then, as she went deeper, worry crept in, and she reached for me, pulling against Nicole. She started to kick, mouth opening in a scream. They hit the bottom, and a cloud of dirt billowed up.

  I hit something, too, an invisible barrier. I clawed at it, screaming as Serena fought and writhed and kicked at Nicole. Then she tried to get to me, her fingers stretching up, higher and higher and then, an inch away, they stopped.

  I battered at the invisible barrier. Nicole crouched there, holding Serena down. She looked at me and she smiled.

  I shot up from sleep, a scream still in my throat. Hands gripped my wrists.

  “Maya! It’s me!”

  Daniel. Dragging me to shore. Not knowing that Serena was out there, drowning.

  “Serena!” I shouted. “Let me go and get her. Please get her.”

  Arms went around me. “She’s gone, Maya.”

  “No, she’s—” I looked over his shoulder as he hugged me and I saw the forest. Heard Kenjii whimper. Felt her tongue lick the tears from my cheek and thought, This isn’t right. I backed away and took a better look around. No lake. Just a gray forest, sun rising to the east.

  “I was dreaming,” I said. “Again.”

  “Can’t say I blame you.” Daniel eased back as I moved away to sit on the ground. “Been having a few anxiety dreams myself.”

  I looked at him and the events of the last day slowly returned.

  “You shouldn’t be here,” I said. “I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?”

  “That depends. Am I better looking?”

  I gave a soft laugh and shook my head.

  “Do I at least smell better than I did yesterday?”

  “No. Sorry.” I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “Where are the others?”

  “Sleeping a couple hundred meters that way.” He pointed. “I figured that was far enough from you.”

  “I thought I told you we should separate.”

  “And you expected me to listen? The point was that we shouldn’t be close enough together that the bad guys could swoop in and nab us all. Gotta admit, though, when you looked like you were going to sleep in that cabin, even Sam was tempted to join you. We would have, too, if you hadn’t come out and set off again.”

  I stretched. “Well, Kenjii isn’t tagged. I—” I stopped and blinked harder, then murmured. “Or was that a dream…?”

  “What?”

  “I shape-shifted in my sleep. But if you were nearby all night and I’m dressed…”

  “Your T-shirt’s on backward. Your socks and shoes are off. Your jeans aren’t zipped. And I’m pretty sure those aren’t Kenjii’s.”

  He pointed to two large cougar tracks in a patch of dew-damp earth.

  “But how…?”

  “I stayed downwind so Kenjii couldn’t smell us. She probably didn’t wake because she was exhausted. As for the clothes, I guess you do more than shape-shift in your sleep. Which is convenient.”

  “So I really did…?” I looked at the tracks again. “Wow.”

  “And you’re going to tell me all about it, right?”

  I zipped my jeans and pulled on my discarded socks and shoes. “Later. Right now, I need to tell you what I heard.”

  I gave him the amended version. Very amended, because I couldn’t tell him about seeing Nicole or he might want to return for her. I was still determined that he’d never find out that Nicole went after Serena. And he’d certainly never find out why. No one deserves that kind of burden. Especially Daniel.

  I told hi
m I’d found the camp and overheard that Kenjii had escaped and Hayley had failed to trap us, so they’d shipped her off and were looking for other ways to find us. That was all he needed to know for now.

  It was still morning when we found a paved road. Actual vehicles traveling that road would be even better, but apparently, too much to hope for.

  We walked about fifteen minutes before we heard an oncoming car. Corey stepped into the middle of the road. A pickup whipped around the curve. Corey waved his arms. The guy in the pickup laid on his horn and veered past, sending Corey stumbling as his bad knee gave way.

  Daniel and I helped him up.

  “Oww … ,” he said.

  “There’d have been a bigger oww if he hadn’t swerved,” I said. “That would not look good on your obituary. Survived a helicopter crash, armed kidnappers, and three days in the woods, only to get mowed down by a passing redneck.”

  “From now on, we’ll flag down cars from the shoulder.” Daniel looked at Corey, who was rubbing his sore butt. “Or maybe the ditch.”

  The next vehicle didn’t come for a long time. It was a car full of guys not much older than us.

  “Quick, girls,” Corey said. “Give them some incentive. Take off your—” He glanced at Sam. “Maya, take off your shirt.”

  Sam clubbed him in the arm, hard enough to make him yelp.

  We waved and yelled. They waved back and kept going. Idiots.

  “Eventually someone’s going to pick us up,” I said. “We’ve spent three days hiking through the forest, and we look like it. Someone’s going to stop.”

  Finally, we found someone who had stopped. It wasn’t for us, but only because he hadn’t made it that far. We rounded a bend to see a gray-haired guy getting out of his van, having pulled to the side to take a piss. He was still about fifty meters away. We picked up speed and yelled, but he was already heading into the woods.

  “Must have a shy bladder,” Corey said.

  True. With these back roads, most guys settled for walking around their vehicle for privacy. Some didn’t even do that.

  “He left the van running,” Corey said.

  “No,” Daniel said.

  “Yes, we shouldn’t take his ride,” Corey said. “But we’re exhausted, out of food, nearly out of water, and that van is our best chance. Do you really want to just trust he’ll help us?”

  “No, I want to make sure he will. I’ll try using my powers. If that fails, we’ll have to resort to … other incentives.” Daniel flexed his arms. “We can’t take his ride, though. We don’t know how far he might need to walk to the nearest town. You two hang back,” he said to Corey and Sam. “Maya, make Kenjii stay with them.”

  “Excuse me?” Corey said. “Sam and I aren’t going to scare—”

  “Four teenagers and a dog will scare any old guy,” Daniel said. “So will two guys. So will…” He glanced at Sam.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “You know what I mean. Maya’s friendly. And she can keep her cool.”

  “I’m not sure that’s any less insulting,” Sam muttered. But she waved us ahead.

  Corey took Kenjii’s collar and led her into the ditch, where they hid behind bushes.

  “Hello!” I called as we approached, far enough away that I hoped I wouldn’t startle the man. He still came stumbling out, zipping up his pants.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “But we’re from Nanaimo. We were on a school hike yesterday and we got lost. I’m sure they’re looking for us. It was probably in the paper…?”

  “Don’t read the paper.” The man inched toward his vehicle, gaze locked on Daniel. “You kids stay away from my van.”

  “We’re not going to steal it, sir.” Daniel moved forward carefully, his voice taking on his persuasive tone. “We just need help. Like my friend said—”

  “Town’s that way.” He pointed south. “About twenty kilometers.”

  “Which is a very long hike, sir.” Daniel met the old man’s gaze as he kept walking forward. “We’re really tired and we don’t have any food or water. If we could just ride in the back—”

  The man pulled a switchblade from his pocket. “Don’t come any closer, boy. Not you either, girlie. I got robbed on this road once. Not going to happen again.”

  “Please, sir,” Daniel said. “We aren’t—”

  The man darted to the driver’s side and leaped in as Daniel raced around the van. The man slammed it into gear. The van lurched forward. I grabbed Daniel and yanked him out of the way as the van swerved onto the road.

  Corey came out from behind the bushes as we walked back. “Next time, we consider my plan?”

  “I think so,” Daniel mumbled.

  “At least he told us there’s a town along this road,” I said. “Same way we’re heading.”

  “How far?” Corey asked.

  “He didn’t say,” I lied. “But it can’t be too far.”

  Daniel glanced at me, then nodded.

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY KILOMETERS IS INDEED “too far” when you’re ready to drop already. “I should have listened to Corey,” Daniel said. “I was so sure I could convince that guy. It’s worked until now.”

  “Not on Moreno,” I said.

  “Sure it did.”

  “At the store, yes, but we couldn’t get him talking earlier. Obviously it’s not going to be a foolproof power or you’d have the ability to make anyone do anything. My guess is that they have to want to already. The woman at the tattoo studio wanted to get rid of us. Moreno wanted to skip searching a filthy crawlspace. That old guy really didn’t want to help us.”

  “In other words, don’t rely on special powers.”

  “Same way I’m not going to let you run in front of a moving van even if I have healing abilities.”

  “Okay, so—”

  Corey—who’d been walking ahead with Sam—let out a whistle. He gestured to a tractor trailer, pulling out of what looked like a parking lot.

  We jogged up to Corey and Sam.

  “Please don’t be closed for the season,” Corey murmured as we picked up speed. “Please don’t be staffed by witches and demons, lying in wait for us. Please, please, please, just give us a break.”

  As we approached, we saw the sign. REDWOOD MOTEL AND RESTAURANT. There were three vehicles in the lot—two cars off to the far side and a pickup with a topper in front of the restaurant doors.

  “This is good,” Corey said. “Tell me this is good.”

  “People. Phones. Food.” I grinned over at him. “Yep, this is good.”

  Daniel caught Corey’s arm. “We should let the girls handle this.”

  “Huh?” Corey said. “We just need to make a phone call, right? Hell, I’ll give them my other twenty to cover it.”

  “I just… I think we should hang back. We’re in rough shape. That guy with the van was worried about me, not Maya.”

  Corey sighed. “Fine. For once, you’ve earned the right to paranoia. Go get ’em, girls.” He passed me the twenty. “Just in case.”

  I told Sam we should go through the side door and slip into the bathroom to clean up before we talked to anyone. The side door actually led into the motel office, but no one was at the desk. A sign referred customers to the restaurant for service. A glass door separated the two. Through it, I could see the bathrooms at the rear. I was waiting for the server—a blond woman about my mom’s age—to turn her back when I caught sight of a newspaper on the motel office counter. One look at the lower headline and I realized I could use it, which meant cleaning up wasn’t the right move.

  I picked up the newspaper and walked into the restaurant. The server looked up, as did the sole patron—a guy about thirty-five.

  “Can I … help you?” the server said, gaze traveling over our dirty clothes.

  “I hope so.” I set the paper on the table she was resetting and pointed to the headline: MISSING ISLAND TEENS DEAD. “That’s us.”

  The woman glanced at the paper, then at us. Her lips t
ightened. “That isn’t funny, girls.”

  “I’m not joking.”

  “Those poor kids are dead and—”

  “No, they’re not. Someone made a mistake. I’m Maya Delaney. This is Samantha Russo. Our helicopter went down off the northeastern coast. We’ve been walking through the woods for three days.” I gestured at my clothes. “As you can see.”

  “You can’t be—”

  “That’s our names right there,” I said, pointing at the list in the paper.

  “Prove it.”

  “Our helicopter crashed in the ocean, lady,” Sam said. She pulled sodden rectangles from her pocket and dropped them on the table. “That’s my ID.”

  I opened the paper to an inner page where the piece continued. There were photos of two missing kids. Rafe and Nicole.

  “How the hell did they get Rafe’s picture?” Sam muttered.

  “Those aren’t us,” I said.

  “Convenient,” the server muttered.

  It wasn’t convenient. It was intentional. Submit photos of the kids they knew weren’t wandering around the forest.

  There was a class picture at the bottom of the article. It was tiny and blurred, although my copy at home was perfect.

  “We’re in this one.” I pointed to the class shot. “That’s me, and that’s Sam over there.”

  “I think that’s Bryan,” Sam said.

  “Is it?” I squinted. “Maybe…”

  It was impossible to tell, really. I wouldn’t even be sure which one was me if I didn’t recognize my tie-dyed shirt.

  “Okay,” I said. “Our pictures might not be recognizable, but come on. Why would we lie about it?”

  “Same reason my own kids lie,” the server said. “To get attention.”

  “Seriously?” Sam said. “We’re going to hatch this elaborate scheme, and launch it in your crappy little—?”

  I stepped on Sam’s foot.

  “We’re dirty,” I said. “We’re exhausted. Look outside. We didn’t come in a car. So how did we get here? Where did we come from?”

  “Nanaimo, I’ll bet.” She said it the same way people in Nanaimo would say Vancouver, with a sneer that said nothing good came from the big city. “Maybe Victoria.” She peered at us. “Probably Victoria. Only rich kids can afford to mess up nice clothes like that. Private school, I’ll bet. You talk like you come from a private school.”