Ted
wanted to know, but we all ignored him as Joey started to lunge at Carrie.
In a move so fast I
could barely see it, Alastair leapt over the couch, grabbed Joey, and
transported him to the far side of the living room. “Calm down. Now,” Alastair
said menacingly.
“Dude, the boss-of-me
voice doesn’t work anymore. Not since our maker bond got severed,” Joey said.
“Regardless, you need
to get hold of yourself before someone gets hurt,” Alastair told him sternly.
“Fine.” Joey took a
deep breath, which I always found odd since he didn’t actually need to breathe.
“She says she knows Lu, and has important information that could save her
life,” Joey said. “That’s the only reason I brought her to the house, even
though it’s a well-known fact that weres are not to be trusted.”
“That comment just
shows your prejudice and ignorance, dead boy,” Carrie told him.
“Come and sit down, Carrie,”
I said, leading her over to the couch as Joey tensed at my proximity to her.
Once we were seated I asked, “I hope this isn’t a rude question, but is Joey
right about the fact that you’re a werewolf?”
“Are you freaking kidding me?” Ted exclaimed, but I ignored him for now, the situation with Joey and Carrie
far more critical at the moment.
“I am,” she told me. “And
since when do you hang around with vampires?”
“That’s kind of a new
development,” I said. “So, what did you want to tell me?”
“There were some people
at my house this evening. I don’t really know what they were, but they weren’t human.
My brother is our pack leader, and they were asking him a bunch of questions
about some work the pack did for a vampire recently, about some house they were
watching. Ty didn’t know who the house belonged to, but he described it and it
sounded just like this place. I remembered it from that time your Aunt Claire
helped me with a sewing project when we were in junior high. Anyway, whatever
these guys are, I think they’re coming for you. And I wanted to warn you.”
“Why would you do that?
Coming here had to put you in danger, and you barely know me.”
“I’d seen your aunt’s
obituary in the Daily Tidings a few months ago, and was worried that you were
alone up here. You were always nice to me when we were in school, so I wanted
to help you.”
I said sincerely,
“Thank you for warning me.”
And Alastair asked, “Carrie,
can you describe these people?”
“There are five men
that all appear to be in their early twenties. They’re all incredibly good
looking, but there’s a coldness to them, like they have no emotions. And it
feels like…like there’s power radiating from them. Kind of the way you feel,”
she said to Alastair. “They’re all dressed in black leather, and they each have
two long swords crossed over their backs. Not exactly a subtle look.”
“The Order,” Joey said
as his entire body tensed. “Has to be.”
“The group of nephilim
that want me dead? How did they track me to Ashland?” Alastair asked.
“Don’t know, don’t
care. We gotta go. And I mean now ,” Joey exclaimed. He came up to me and
tugged me to my feet. “Come on, Lu. You and Alastair head for the Impala.” He
turned to Ted. “Dude, I have no clue what you’re doing here, but you need to go
home. Now. Take her with you,” he said, gesturing at Carrie.
“Wait! Why wouldn’t we
stay and fight?” I wanted to know.
“It won’t be a fight,”
Joey said, running his hands over his short hair in frustration. “The Order has
a habit of burning things to the ground, and this house in the woods is practically
made to burn. They’ll surround this place, hit it with angel fire, and we’ll
all be toast.”
“If we’re going
somewhere, I need to pack,” I stammered.
Joey was herding Ted
and Carrie out the door. I was surprised that she was letting him. “Ninety
seconds, Lu. Ted’s car is boxing ours in, and he needs to move it. So you have
ninety