The Summoning by Carol Wolf

Author:Carol Wolf [Wolf, Carol]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Urban Life
ISBN: 9781597803984
Google: H3K3pwAACAAJ
Amazon: 1597803987
Publisher: Night Shade Books
Published: 2012-04-03T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I don’t remember getting back in my car. I don’t remember starting up and heading off. I came to myself when some idiot tried to pass me on the right on a single-lane two-way street and almost hit me. I realized I was heading back to Marlin’s dance studio. I realized also that I was so furious and so upset that I was on the verge of changing involuntarily, something I grew out of a long time ago. The first time you change, you have no idea what’s happening. Your brain changes too, you see, so you generally go right on with your life looking at things from several feet lower to the ground, and with a whole new set of strengths and senses and emotions, and you don’t even realize that you’re different until you try to talk or use a hand. As you get older, you learn to control your changes. I sat crouched over the wheel, holding on to my human nature for all I was worth while my thoughts roiled over the mess I was in, and my body wanted Richard, and my blood wanted to kill something now. I passed the turn to Marlin’s studio with both hands clutching the wheel, turned up Beverly, and headed for the hills.

It’s better to run these moods out than try and live your wolf nature in your human form. The two sometimes are not compatible, and you’re liable to do something that for a human isn’t forgivable, though it’s passable in a wolf. So what I say is, better to be a wolf when you do it.

I stopped the car on the roadside, fell out already changed, and headed up the verge.

I ran straight uphill so the running would take all my strength and I’d spend this excess passion all the sooner so I could think. I needed to think. Up on the top of the slope I could see the lights of the city spread out all around me, like jewels in the darkness. There’s no illusion of being in the country when you’re up in the Hollywood Hills. The roar of traffic is loud and ceaseless. You can even hear voices from the streets below. I paced the ridge like a rooftop, still feeling confined. I startled a pair of picnickers sitting on their blanket, holding glasses of wine. They sat frozen while I passed them by and then started arguing as soon as my back was turned, as if I couldn’t hear them.

“That’s a wolf!”

“No, it isn’t.”

“It is! Look at it!”

“Darling, it can’t be a wolf, we don’t have wolves in Hollywood.…”

Ha. I ran down the slope and up the next, around the side of the hill out of sight of any people. I sat down there, looking down at the red lights and the white lights of the freeway below. The cold, strong fury I first felt in Marlin’s dance studio swelled up in me again, comforting me with its power. While that passion was in me, I wouldn’t stop, I wouldn’t change course, and I wouldn’t lose my way.

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