Incubus Dreaming by A. H. Lee

Author:A. H. Lee [Lee, A. H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pavonine Books
Published: 2017-09-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

Tod

Tod came to his senses with the strangest feeling of dual reality. He knew he was still curled on his bed. He could feel his own doggy chin on his doggy paws. But he was also looking around…looking down at himself on the bed.

Does this always happen to uninhibited werewolves?

He could smell Jessica’s magic—the clever, playful, curious scent of her nature. Of course I can, he reminded himself. I’m lying with my nose right beside the envelopes. Only now…

Now he knew how to follow it.

Tod blinked with eyes he did not truly have. He was seeing double—a foggy landscape super-imposed over his bedroom. It’s a dream, he told himself. I’m dreaming.

But that’s where she is, whispered the sure voice of the wolf. That is where her trail leads.

That doesn’t make sense, thought Tod, but he took a step out of his body, into the foggy world of the dream. Instantly, his bedroom became a little dimmer, the desolate dreamscape more concrete. Jessica’s scent became stronger.

Tod stopped asking questions and let his instincts take over. He was a hunter, running on a scent. It led through a landscape of burned out buildings, dilapidated tents, gutted merry-go-rounds, debris-strewn racetracks, and a skeletal Ferris wheel. This was a circus, thought Tod. It’s a burned out circus. What creepy dreams you have, Jessica.

Tod assumed he was in her dream. Nothing else made sense. If I can find her, maybe I can get her to tell me where she is in real life.

Tod passed a fallen banner that read: Lady Zersic’s Land of Wonders. I’ve heard of this place. It was controversial. He couldn’t remember the details. Did Jessica visit at some point?

He came around the corner of a lane and saw light through a doorway ahead. Tod reached it in seconds with his long, loping run. He peered inside, saw a destroyed toy shop. The light was coming from an open cellar entrance.

As he approached the stairwell, Tod noticed another scent. He’d been concentrating so fiercely on Jessica’s that he hadn’t really thought to search for other magic, but it was overwhelming here. It made him think of cold iron and fog and intricate gears.

Tod heard someone swearing—a male voice, rough with adolescence.

Tod peered downward. The cellar was well-lit, although he couldn’t see much apart from the stairs and sacks of potatoes at this angle. His entire attention focused on a fluffy red fox, standing halfway down the stairs, looking into the room. The fox had hunkered down. Its ears and tail were low—clear signs of anxiety. Tod’s breath caught. Jessica?

The adolescent voice spoke again. “You’re awfully cute, but I need all the magic I can get right now. If the void wiped your memory, I might as well use what’s left of you.” To Tod’s horror, the cellar door slammed shut.

Tod only hesitated for an instant. Then he went through the door. Tod understood in that moment why werewolves resisted inhibition. The door splinted around him like matchwood. It might as well have been tissue paper.

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