Strange Angels - Strange Angels 01 by Lili St. Crow

Author:Lili St. Crow
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Social Issues, Young adult fiction, Vampires, Family, Fantasy, Identity (Psychology)Dating & Sex, Fantasy Fiction, Juvenile Fiction, Orphans, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Werewolves, Horror & Ghost Stories, Supernatural, Orphans & Foster Homes, Psychic ability, General, Friendship, Horror, Identity, Identity (Psychology)
ISBN: 9781101057131
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2009-05-14T04:00:00+00:00

Five or tenmiles an hour through blowing snow, chains rasping against ice and packed, sanded muck as well as a fresh, fast-falling layer of slippery whiteness that spun like feathers in the cone of my headlights. The drive home was no fun. I was shaking all over despite the heater blasting away, and when I finally made it into the driveway past 9 p.m., I parked at an angle that could only be described as drunken.

The lights were all on, solid gold shining warmly through thin windows. The blinds in the living room were finally down, though. My teeth were chattering by the time I got to the front porch, and I saw the shadow of something moving in the living room.

I hoped it was Graves, but my right hand went reflexively into my pocket and curled around the switchblade. I stood staring at the front door for a second— probably right where something else stood a day ago, I thought, and shivered harder. The memory seemed to belong to someone else, a long time ago and far away.

The locks chucked, and the door yanked open. “Jesus Christ,” Graves said. “Where the hell have you been ? Whose car is that? Are you okay?”

I let go of the switchblade, finger by finger. All of a sudden I was so glad to see him it wasn’t even funny. He’d come back and waited for me so I didn’t have to come home to an empty house. He was right—nobody had twisted his arm into approaching me at the mall or taking care of me. And he really sounded worried.

I didn’t blame him. I probably looked like hell.

The porch creaked as I looked at him, blinking back something weird and hot. It overflowed, and one tear tracked its way down my cheek.

“Oh, shit.” He was in his sock feet, and stepped out onto the porch, grabbed my arm, and dragged me into welcome warmth. I leaned against the wall inside the door as he closed and locked it, and just closed my eyes.

“We need to talk,” I managed around the lump in my throat.

“No. Really?” If the words had been loaded with any more sarcasm they would have staggered.

As it was, they only fell flat. “What the hell happened?”

“That’s my dad’s truck.” The shivers were coming in waves now. “I found it. I found the guy attached to the phone number. He kn kn-knows something.”

He took it calmly. “Huh. You should get out of those clothes. You’re dripping on the carpet.”

Then again, Graves didn’t know—and I couldn’t explain—about the streak-headed werwulf and the boy who stood on snow as if it was a dance floor. It’s not the sort of thing you can explain to someone who’s only touched the Real World once.

I wasn’t able to tell him that the boy was probably something more inhuman than the wulf who had ended up shredding his shoulder. That the boy wasn’t a boy , was probably older than any adult I ever knew.

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