Jack Templar and the Lord of the Werewolves (Book #4 of the Templar Chronicles) by Jeff Gunhus

Author:Jeff Gunhus [Jeff Gunhus]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Seven Guns Press
Published: 2014-10-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Eva shuffled toward us like a stray dog used to being hit by strangers. Her slouch was gone, and most of the proud bearing of Eva the fourth degree hunter had returned. Still, pain pinched her expression, and she was barely holding back tears. Subconsciously, we all moved back to give her as much space to herself as possible. That’s another way of saying we were all trying to stay as far away from her as we could. She noticed and smiled.

“What’s wrong?” she said. “Afraid I might bite?”

There was a stunned silence until she gave a little smile to let us know it was a joke. I burst out laughing and so did the others. It was funny; but more important, it showed she was capable of joking. Something about her seemed fixed. She wasn’t her old self, but she wasn’t the creature huddled by herself in the corner of a cage either. Yet there was still something about her darting eyes that made me uneasy. She was hiding something.

“Now, if you’re all done staring at me, can we get out of the open?” she asked. “This town is crawling with Creach. There’s a tavern nearby where we can go.”

She turned to go but none of us moved. She spun and faced us again, looking annoyed. As she moved, her cloak opened enough to reveal a Creach sword with a twisted handle made of tree root.

“Nice sword,” I said.

“What? This old thing?” Eva said, her voice filled with mocking. Then in a blur of movement, she had the sword out from her side and her arm extended out to me so fast I heard the air swoosh. The point came to a rest less than an inch from my throat. Daniel and Will moved their hands toward their weapons, and I wondered whether I’d just sealed my death by allowing her to simply walk up to us.

No sooner had the question formed in my mind than Eva flipped the sword end over end. She grabbed the flat of the blade and extended the handle to me. I let out a breath and took it from her, marveling at the intricate design of the handle, which seemed every bit as hard as the steel embedded in it.

“Where’d you get it?” I asked.

Eva shrugged, her bloodshot eyes continuing to dart around feverishly. “I needed a sword. I found a hobgoblin who decided to give me his. Among other things he didn’t need any more.”

I shuddered at the idea that a hobgoblin may have been Eva’s most recent meal. I turned the sword toward her and offered it back.

“Why don’t you hold onto it for me?” she said. “Everyone seems a little jumpy. You might all feel better if I didn’t have a weapon on me.” She looked right at Daniel who had his hand on the handle of his sword.

I tried not to show my relief at the gesture. I simply nodded and held onto the sword.

Xavier blurted, “Where did you go? How did you get here?”

“I just followed you,” Eva said.

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