Fangs in the Dark by T. James Logan

Fangs in the Dark by T. James Logan

Author:T. James Logan [Logan, T. James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: teen, young adult, horror, thriller, werewolf, werewolves, shapeshifter, lycanthropy, lycanthrope
Publisher: Bear Paw Publishing
Published: 2018-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

Jace waited up for Slade and the other boys as long as he could stay awake, but eventually he succumbed to sleep. He slipped into the van, locked every door, and stretched out on a seat. The night sent tremors of fear through him, but the locked interior of the van made him feel safer.

Dawn woke him, and he found himself still alone. He rolled open the van door with a feeling of terrible foreboding. Had something terrible happened to them all? Eaten by wolves? Or were they just screwing with him? That would be one of cruelest pranks ever.

But then he heard rhythmic footsteps coming down the road. Slade led the column of boys running in step. They ran up to the campsite, and Slade called a halt.

“Where have you guys been?” Jace asked.

“On a little early morning run,” Slade said. “We thought it better not to wake you, since you haven’t been feeling well.”

“I sure ain’t complaining about missing a run, but where have you been? I woke up last night and there was nobody here. Nobody. Creepy as hell—uh, heck.”

“You must have been dreaming or something. It was just a normal night,” Eric said.

“I waited for hours.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Jace,” Slade said. “You fell asleep by the tree over there. The rest of us slept in the tent. You’ve been a little out of it.”

Jace rubbed his eyes. That all sounded wrong. He was awake. He knew his own senses. Didn’t he? What was happening to him?

“Come here,” Slade told him. He took Jace’s wrist with two callused fingers and counted the pulse on his watch. Then he laid a rough hand on Jace’s forehead. “No fever. Pulse is a little high. How do you feel?”

“Okay, I guess. A little tired.”

“Anything else?”

Jace wasn’t sure if he should mention the weird skin sensations or super-sensitive smell, so he didn’t. He didn’t want them to think he was some kind of wuss or what was the word—hypermaniac? Mega-khondriac? He shook his head “no.”

“Weird considering how much you’ve been sleeping,” Slade said.

“Why, how much is that? It was just a nap.”

The other boys sniggered.

Jace clenched his fists. “Why y’all laughing?”

“Dude,” Eric said. “You slept through two whole days.”

“Bullcrap,” Jace said.

“What day you think it is, bro?” DaShante said.

Jace did a little quick math. “Monday.”

“It’s Wednesday,” Eric said.



“You guys are messing with me. Mr. Slade! Are they messing with me?”

His face impassive, unreadable, Slade pulled out his phone and showed him the date and time. It was indeed Wednesday.

Jace had lost two full days.

He sank to his haunches, gripping his skull. He wanted to go home. He wanted his own bed. He wanted to hear Lee and Malcolm bickering. But then—NO! He would not freak out. Nothing here was life threatening. It was just weird. And this was his coach. And his teammates. They might be jerks, but they wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him.


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