The Wrath of Wolves by Kelley York & Rowan Altwood

Author:Kelley York & Rowan Altwood [York, Kelley & Altwood, Rowan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sleepy Fox Studio
Published: 2020-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15 – PRESTON

“They’re going to betray us,” I whisper.

Benji nods. He knows this as well as I do. Though I suspect somewhere in that optimistic head of his he’s hoping he’s wrong and Crane will keep his word. I don’t trust the lot of them as far as I can throw them.

Especially seeing as, despite that we’re supposed to be working together, Crane immediately had us escorted to and locked inside one of the back rooms of the building. A lone window sits at just about eye level but it’s heavily boarded and I’m not sure I could pry it loose without making significant noise. Instead we sit with our backs to the wall, hip to hip, voices low so no one outside will hear us.

Benji says, “It’s a possibility, but all we need to do is get the skull and make a run for it. They’ll have the books and perhaps that’s all they really care about.”

Silence.

“Back in the hotel, when you first mentioned the skull, did you see the look on Hugo’s face?” I ask.

Benji glances at me, curious. “What look?”

“Like he’d…well, like he’d seen a ghost, honestly. Face white as milk.”

“You think he knows something?”

I shrug. “Might. Not that I think he’d share with us if he did. But you must admit, he was awful adamant about not opening the box. Maybe he already knew what was in there.”

Benji returns his gaze straight ahead, mulling that over. He’s still doing so when the door unlocks and Sid steps in with a paper sack in hand, which she strolls over and offers out to us.

“Lunch. Eat up.”

Unlike the last time I found myself in such a position, I take the bag without question. It’s still warm and smells of freshly baked goods. I flash her a thin smile. “You’re too kind.”

She rolls her eyes and turns to leave.

Benji gets to his feet. “Sid, wait—may I call you Sid? I wanted to ask you something.”

She pauses, looking over her shoulder. Waiting.

Benji wrings his hands together. “Can you see spirits? Can any of you?”

To this, her lips press into a tight line, guarded. “What’s it matter?”

“I’m just curious, is all. You have a wayward ghost that appears to be attached to your person.” His eyes flick elsewhere—behind her, to the side of her, I’m not sure. I can’t see the thing on my own, after all. “Are you or your companions aware of it?”

A perplexed scowl overtakes Sid’s face. She turns back around, hands on her hips. “I don’t see ghosts. Never used to believe in ‘em, even when I was little.”

“But now?”

“Now… Hell if I know. I’ve seen some strange things, so I won’t rule it out.” She inclines her chin. “Go on then, boy. Tell me ‘bout this ghost you see.”

“It’s more like an extension of your shadow. Sometimes I can make out a face. A man’s face. Deep-set eyes, shaved head. The details aren’t terribly clear.” A pause. “He frightened me at first, but now that I’ve seen him a few times, I don’t get any sort of malicious intent from him at all.

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