Howling Legion s-2

by Marcus Pelegrimas

  “That’s right,” Paige replied. “Half Breeds and a Full Blood. As far as I know, Mongrels have always been into that sort of thing.”

  As Kayla spoke, the earth around her rippled with the movement of all those burrowers. “Even if we do show up to surprise them, many of us will be killed.”

  “Welcome to our world,” Paige replied as she tossed Cole his spear.

  Kayla raised her chin and straightened up to her full height. A long, curved tail retracted into the small of her back until it was just a nub. Her coat slipped beneath her skin in spots, leaving only a trail of fur that wrapped around her hips, upper thighs, belly, and breasts. “We have our own concerns,” she said carefully. “Whether humans thrive or die doesn’t really affect us.”

  “There are wild packs of Mongrels, but you’re not one of them,” Paige pointed out. “If you were, you wouldn’t care about speaking our language, or making yourself presentable when in plain sight. You’d also be living in a forest or swamp or a field instead of right here where you’re close enough to hear people’s voices and buy your supplies.”

  Shifting on her feet, Kayla made no attempt to dispute Paige’s claims. “Why should we risk our lives fighting a Full Blood that hasn’t even threatened us?”

  “If you help us find the werewolves we’re after, we’ll see to it that no Skinner comes to this town unless you force us to. On the other hand,” Paige said, obviously weighing every word, “if you step up and fight those things with us, the Skinners will let you and your pack settle in Kansas City. You can do whatever you want so long as it doesn’t involve eating people.”

  “We don’t eat people,” one of the burrowers said.

  Turning to what sounded like Ben’s voice, Cole said, “Then I recommend the barbecue. It’s superb.”

  “What do you say?” Paige asked. “Willing to shed a little blood to live in a real city or would you prefer to keep tilling lawns?”

  After glancing at the multiple sets of eyes peeking up from beneath the grass, Kayla nodded. “Our scouts will meet you in Kansas City and we’ll take it from there.”

  Cole distinctly heard muffled voices coming from belowground as Ben and the other burrowers slithered away. “Meet us where?” he asked.

  Kayla walked past him and turned around just in time to catch him scoping out her twitching tail. “Don’t worry,” she told him. “A Skinner’s scent is hard to miss. We’ll find you.” She dropped to all fours while transforming into a sleek mix of human and leopard. Keeping low to the ground, she bolted away with speed that neither animal could hope to attain.

  Chapter 26

  Mick, Val, and Quentin stayed behind to continue their investigation. Since Paige was convinced the Mongrels weren’t about to come back after being discovered, she left them to it.

  As much as he wanted to hose himself off and change his clothes, Cole was only allowed a few extra minutes in the bathroom of the first gas station Paige could find on her way back to the interstate. She volunteered to drive all the way to Kansas City, which would only be a slightly longer trip thanks to the extra miles they’d gone past Omaha. Cole figured they’d get back around midnight, and he wanted to spend those hours resting. After some restless shifting in his seat, it became clear he wouldn’t be able to get to sleep.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Paige asked.

  He glanced over to find her face illuminated by light from the dashboard as well as the glow of the semi she was passing. “I can’t sleep. I think I’m hurt. You got any of that serum?”

  “You’re not hurt,” she replied with a little shake of her head.

  “Excuse me? Were you the one dragged underground and nearly suffocated?”

  “No, but you’re flopping around like a fish, which means you didn’t break anything. You’re not bleeding and I didn’t see any wounds. Anything smaller than that should be cleared up by the serum that’s already in your system. Just shut up and close your eyes.”

  “I guess you know best, huh?”

  She looked at him again, furrowed her brow, and sighed. “How were you hurt?”

  Cole reached for the lever on the side of his seat and shoved the backrest down. “Forget it,” he grunted as he stretched out and crossed his arms.

  “Mind if I turn the radio on?”

  “Yes.”

  She gave him a few minutes to pout and then found some classic rock.

  “Filling up on gas again?” Cole grumbled as he rubbed his eyes. “I must’ve been out longer than I thought.”

  “Even longer than that,” Paige said. “We’re here.”

  “Back at KC? No way.”

  “Not KC. The hotel. If that ink isn’t ready to be used, I’ll beat Daniels until that squid attached to his heart crawls out through his ears.”

  The hotel’s parking lot was more than half full of SUVs and cars with out of state plates. Paige used her room key to unlock a side door so she could walk inside without having to go past the front desk. Even though he’d just woken from at least a four-hour nap, Cole nearly collapsed onto the bed the moment he saw it.

  Paige went to a phone situated on a table that had a TV remote bolted to it and poked out Daniels’s room number. After a few seconds she said, “We’re back…It doesn’t matter where we went. Are you done with your homework?” Somehow, Paige’s eyes had yet to droop after all the driving she’d done. Suddenly they grew a little wider. “That sounds good enough. We’ll be right over.” When she hung up, she froze with her hand still on the receiver. “You feel that?”

  Cole shook his head.

  “Your scars,” Paige said. “Aren’t they burning?”

  “That’s kind of the problem with KC right now, isn’t it? Daniels is right down the hall and we don’t even know how many Half Breeds are around.”

  Reluctantly, Paige said, “Yeah, I guess.”

  “Could the Mongrels have made it here already?”

  “They could have beat us here, actually. What are you doing?”

  Freezing with one foot in the bathroom, Cole said, “I’m still filthy from—”

  “You can shower later,” she said curtly. “If we don’t get that ink ready to use, dragging Daniels along this far would have been a huge waste.”

  “But, if it’s not ready…”

  Paige already had the door open. “He’s always like this toward the end of a project. He wants to work it all out before someone tests it, but you’ve gotta have someone test it before you know what needs to be worked out. He’s a smart guy and has come a long way, so we’ll just test it for ourselves. Besides, didn’t Prophet tell you I needed to yell at someone to finish?”

  “Yeah, but—”

  “Then that’s what I’m gonna do.” Pulling open the door, she stepped into the hallway and waited for him. “Come on. You’re the new guy, so you get the first needle.”

  “Wow. I’m honored.” At that moment he couldn’t tell for certain whether or not Paige was kidding. Since it was too late to run away now, he just followed her to Daniels’s room. Along the way, he felt heat run up from his scars all the way to his elbows. It wasn’t as bad as when the Half Breeds were within eyeshot, but enough to make him feel as though he’d been injected with cayenne peppers.

  After knocking a few times, Paige positioned her face directly in front of the peephole and waved. On the other side of the door, latches were flipped and knobs were turned to unlock everything. “Sorry we took so long, Daniels. You’ll never believe what we’ve been doing.”

  When the door opened, Cole could only see Daniels’s bald, blackened dome over Paige’s head. Another wave of heat slithered beneath the bones of Cole’s shoulders. He turned to look for its source but could only see a man at the far end of the hall whose hair looked more like soot growing from his scalp. The man leaned forward and raced down the hall in a flurry of powerful strides.

  Before Cole could react, the skinny man was upon him. He slapped a hand against the small of Cole’s back and shoved him into Da
niels’s room and against another door frame, where Cole landed on the bathroom floor. When Paige spun around to face the man, he knocked her into a luggage rack. She scrambled to her feet but wasn’t quick enough to avoid being grabbed by the neck.

  “All in one spot,” Liam said in his guttural brogue. “How convenient.” Holding Paige at arm’s length, he glared at Cole with the crystalline eyes of a Full Blood.

  Although Cole realized what he was dealing with fairly quickly, Daniels was even quicker. The Nymar flew through the air with all three sets of fangs bared in a show of ferocity that made him seem an entirely different creature from the guy he and Paige had been dealing with so far. His jump wasn’t exactly graceful, but Daniels managed to scrape his curved venomous fangs into Liam’s upper arm before he caught a blindingly fast backhand that sent him bouncing off the top of a dresser.

  Paige bared her teeth and brought her knees up close to her chest. Frustration showed in her eyes the moment she grabbed for her weapon, only to realize that she’d kicked her boots off in the other room. Grabbing onto the man’s wrists with both hands, she kicked and flailed in a continuous flow of punishing attacks. Her heels smashed against Liam’s knees and shins. She pulled her legs up to kick at his groin and landed at least a few blows that should have gotten the job done. As it was, the skinny man hardly flinched.

  “She’s a real pistol,” Liam said as both of Paige’s heels landed simultaneously below his waist. “I like that.”

  Having brought the .44 up from the car, Cole snatched the revolver from under his belt and pointed it at Liam. “Here’s another pistol. Let her go before I unload it in your goddamn face.”

  The skinny man flicked his eyebrows up and moved Paige aside to show Cole part of the crooked smile he wore. His free arm swiped out and just managed to clip the end of the gun’s barrel to send it flying from Cole’s hand.

  “I’m appearing in this form to show you that I am a man of reason,” Liam said. “I was going to offer to let her go in exchange for the location of every Skinner you know, but since it was this easy to find you two, I don’t believe I need to deal.”

  Until now he had seemed amused. He examined Paige as if she was a Thanksgiving turkey while she balled up her fists and punched him as if tenderizing a slab of frozen beef. Even as she dug her nails into his wrists, Liam simply peeled his lips back to show a set of human teeth widening out and stretching down to form sharpened stakes in his mouth.

  “Or maybe I won’t kill you, luv,” he said in a cockney accent that grew along with his hair and teeth. “I could turn you into one of those poor wretches. Wouldn’t that be perfect? After every brittle bone in your human body snaps, you can run with the rest of the wild dogs that are so eager to rip this city to shreds.” His lips tightened against his teeth as his hand tightened around Paige’s throat. The fight drained from her in less than a second. One second after that, Liam’s eyes snapped wide open and he let out a stifled growl.

  Not only had Daniels made it back to the Full Blood, but he’d sunk his fangs deep into the meaty part of his right shoulder. Liam tossed Paige into the television just to free up that hand. She hit the TV on one side, but also twisted her body around so she slid along the edge of the bulky set rather than bounce off it. “Go get our weapons!” she shouted to Cole the instant she landed.

  Cole had already been thinking along those lines, but hadn’t seen a way to run around Liam without getting knocked through a piece of furniture. Now that Daniels had made his move, Cole was able to slip past both creatures and make a break for the door.

  Liam was shifting into his upright wolf form very quickly. Every movement he made was more powerful than the last as one layer of muscle piled on top of another, but no matter how much Liam struggled or swung his arm, Daniels would not come loose. In the few seconds it took for Cole to get by them, the black tendrils along Daniels’s neck and scalp had swollen into thick ridges. The Nymar’s fangs broke Liam’s skin, and the thicker bottom set were dug in deep enough to keep him in place. If Liam intended on ripping Daniels away, he stood to lose a sizable chunk of his arm in the process.

  The commotion had already drawn some attention. As Cole raced to his and Paige’s room, he saw a few other doors opening just enough for some nervous guests to peek outside. Not worrying about them, he rushed into the room, took Paige’s batons from the boots she’d kicked into a corner, and then grabbed his spear. On his way back to Daniels’s room, he could only see the rush of hallway flowing around him and felt nothing but his feet pounding against the floor.

  Cole wrapped one hand tightly around the grip of his weapon so the thorns could dig into his palms. Unfortunately, the door to Daniels’s room had closed and locked behind him when he left. “Someone open this door!” he shouted as he pounded on the painted metal surface. A few more doors along the hallway opened and someone asked what was going on, but Cole didn’t even acknowledge them. He kept pounding and was about to try kicking the door down, when it came open.

  Cole could only get the door open an inch or two because something was blocking it. Leaning his shoulder into it, he looked down to find Daniels slumped against the other side. The Nymar looked up at him and then scooted forward so Cole could step inside. “I…set him up…for you,” Daniels groaned as venom dripped from one of his curved upper fangs. The rest of his teeth were either cracked or covered in blood.

  Just as Cole stepped into the room, his vision was blocked by a massive wall of black fur. Thanks to the venom in his system, Liam was unsteady upon his feet. He’d also transformed to roughly double his original size. For the moment, he didn’t seem at all interested in Cole. Instead, he swatted at Daniels and snarled, “God damned leech!”

  Taking the opportunity he’d been given, Cole hurried toward the back of the room where Paige was leaning over a small round table situated beneath a lamp that hung from a painted chain. “Here,” he said as he handed over the batons. “That thing’s about to kill Daniels.”

  But Paige didn’t take the batons. She didn’t even turn around to look at Cole. “Our weapons aren’t enough. We need more.”

  “This is all we’ve got. Just take them!”

  The high-pitched grinding sound that followed was a cross between a wasp’s buzz and a dentist’s drill. Paige hunched forward with her right arm resting upon the table so she could use her left to work the tattooing machine Daniels had modified.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Cole demanded as he tried to grab Paige’s wrist. “Stop that!”

  She knocked him back with her shoulder, clenched her right fist, and said, “It’s either this or we all die here.”

  “No! We fought it before, we can—”

  The rest of his plea was drowned out by the grating whine of the machine as its needles were dragged through her right forearm. Cole wanted to pull the machine away, but it was too late. The ink was already being inserted under her skin through hundreds of motorized punctures. Moving her now would only cause more damage.

  “Don’t stand there watching,” Paige snapped through gritted teeth. “Cover me until I get this done.”

  Daniels struggled with Liam in the other part of the room. One quick glance over his shoulder was enough to show Cole that the Full Blood had indeed been slowed by the venom he’d absorbed. Liam was far from unconscious, but his head waggled slightly and Daniels had managed to get close enough to sink his fangs into his left wrist.

  “You don’t know what you’re doing, Paige!” Cole said. “This shit needs to be tested.”

  “I am testing it! Just go help Daniels.”

  Knowing better than to argue with her, he leapt onto the bed with the intention of hitting Liam anywhere he could. If his only target was the Full Blood’s back, he wasn’t too proud to take it. By the time Cole’s foot sunk into the mattress, Liam ripped his arm from Daniels’s fangs. The creature’s other hand elongated and snapped forward to grip the Nymar just below the chin.

  Cole pushed himself forward with b
oth legs and extended his weapon out to try and get one solid hit. The tooth attached to the spearhead sank into the meat above Liam’s waist as easily as a knife would cut through mortal flesh. The original spearhead snagged upon the wound, but there was enough momentum behind the strike to drive it farther into Liam’s side.

  Liam opened his mouth and let out a furious, pained roar. His eyes glittered with an ancient fire while Daniels hung from his fist like a broken plaything. When he clenched his fist and ripped out the Nymar’s throat, Liam did so with as much effort as he might expend to shred a wet napkin.

  Oily blood sprayed across Cole’s face and spattered against the wall, but he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted. His spear wasn’t more than an inch or so within Liam’s side, and he knew he wouldn’t land such a clean blow again.

  After tossing Daniels to the floor, Liam grabbed the spear and lashed out with his other paw. Cole ducked under the incoming claws while swinging his lower body around to plant one foot on the floor and the other on the edge of the bed. If not for the thorns in the spear’s handle, the weapon would have easily been shaken from his grip. The more Liam struggled, however, the more the weapon twisted within the wound it had created.

  “You’re fucking dead!” Liam bellowed. “When the rest of this city is covered in blood, I’ll hunt your mothers down and wear their skins!” As he spoke, Liam completed the change into his upright wolf form. His head trembled with agony and fury. His hands stretched into even more horrifying weapons, but the transformation stopped at the muscles around the spot where he’d been impaled. He reared back and howled. His long arms and extended fingers scraped against the ceiling and one leg buckled under his weight.

  Seeing how much pain Liam was in, Cole planted both feet on the floor and twisted his spear. Even though the weapon was tightly wedged between layers of steely muscle, he got it to move ever so slightly. That little bit was enough to cause Liam’s eyes to glaze over and his jaw to open so wide that it looked as if it might have come unhinged.