When the Red Wolf Sings (The Red Wolf Trilogy Book 3) by Kody Boye

Author:Kody Boye [Boye, Kody]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I am awakened by the sound of the door opening, then closing.

The voices that follow are what truly chill me, though.

“I can’t believe it,” Bernard says.

“Now’s not the time to worry,” Zachariah replies. “Just remember: remain calm.”

“Calm? You want me to remain calm? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I said—“ Zachariah starts.

“I heard what you said, dammit! But this is a problem. A big problem.”

“You’re gonna wake the kids.”

“Maybe they should be awake for this!”

“Bernard—“

“Don’t Bernard me, Zach. Sooner or later they’re going to find out that we couldn’t find them.”

My heart slams against my ribcage.

They couldn’t find them? Even with their enhanced senses?

My panic—which had died down to a manageable level in the hours after they’d left—flares into motion. Chaotic like the sun, and radiating enough energy to turn a landscape into a wasteland, it swallows me whole, and threatens to hold me captive.

The sound of Jackson’s snoring is what knocks me out of my thoughts.

“Jackson!” I hiss. “Jackson!”

“Wha?” he manages as startles awake. “Oaklynn? What’s going on?”

“They couldn’t find who threw the brick.”

“What’re you—“

A knock comes at the door, silencing Jackson mid-sentence.

“Oaklynn?” Bernard asks. “Are you awake?”

“We’re fine!” I call. “I mean, I—“

The door slowly cracks open.

Bernard peers in.

Zachariah looks on with a slight frown.

Jackson asks, “What’s going on?”

“We couldn’t find the perp,” Zachariah replies, confirming what I’d heard for fact.

“So what happens now?”

“I don’t know, guys. I just don’t know.”

Jackson stands, though hesitantly at that. He turns to face me and asks, “Should we talk?”

We are all in the living room in less than a minute.

“So,” Jackson says, crossing his arms over his chest. “What are we supposed to do now that someone knows what we are?”

“Supposedly knows,” Bernard offers. “We’re still not sure what they were referring to.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask. “Someone saw me shift. That’s the only plausible explanation for this.”

“They could have suspected something else,” the man says.

“Like what?”

“Like… your involvement with what happened down at—“

“That was the Dark Wolf,” Zachariah interjects, “and a slight on all of our parts.”

“Still,” Bernard offers, averting his gaze, “we don’t know what they know, and that is the most frustrating thing of all.”

“But, again,” Jackson says. “What do we do?”

“I think we just have to lie low and see what happens. That includes the two of you.”

“I didn’t intend on doing anything. Did you, Oaklynn?”

“I—“ I start.

Bernard’s gaze silences me.

“I didn’t,” I say, and sigh. I’d been looking forward to hanging out with J’vonte outside of the this house.

Guess that’s not happening anytime soon, I think.

Bernard straightens his posture and says, “I think I’ve had excitement for tonight.”

“Same here,” Zachariah says.

“I guess I’ll bid you all goodnight then.”

“Night, Uncle B,” Jackson says.

“Goodnight, Jackson, Zachariah. Oaklynn.”

“Goodnight,” I offer, a bit sheepishly at that.

As Bernard walks toward, then exits out the front door, I turn my head to regard the window that has since been covered with tarp, and ask, “What are you going to do about that?”

“I’ll say a bird slammed into it,” Zachariah offers. “It’s not like the windows didn’t need to eventually be replaced anyway.

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