WISHES AND WEREWOLVES
By
Lilith Kinke
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Wishes and Werewolves
Copyright © 2012 by Lilith Kinke
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Lyra glanced behind her, not sure if they were still following her. She could feel her heart pounding as she rounded the corner, sneakers scrambling on the pavement. It was starting to get dark, and she bit her lip, worried about her navigational ability in the dark.
She could see the light down the street go out. Shit. Fear welled up inside her, and she squeezed that special place inside of her, wishing. The light flickered again, then turned back on as she sprinted towards it. She could hear footsteps getting close again.
She didn’t like to use her gift, but she didn’t really control it. When she was running for her life, it was almost always useful. Except for the dead detective, that was a mistake. Like your parents, the thought ran through her head, but she clamped down on that fast. Not something to remember now.
Her breath was visible in the air as she panted, pausing for a second. Her eyes moved wildly, trying to spot her would-be attackers. More government men, probably. She had been running from them a long time. She spotted the black suits out of the corner of her eye and started running again.
She crouched low in an alley way, hoping they didn’t see her dart down this way. They paused in front of the opening, speaking into their phones.
“We lost her.”
He paused, listening to the voice on the other end.
“No, she probably headed forward.”
They began walking away from her and she breathed out, the tense knot in the center of her stomach relaxing a little. She was almost too tired to be terrified. Lyra had been on the run for almost a year now, ever since... the accident. She wished she could have told herself to have never gotten angry, to have never used her gift, and to have never told anyone about it. The same old regrets burned inside her.
She walked back out onto the main road slowly, careful to look innocent and keep her body language still. She wanted to blend in. Her clothes morphed into dark, dreary colors to match the darkened sky. Her head hung low, she continued walking.
What was that? She saw a man and woman walking together with a little too much purpose from the corner of her eye. They were looking. They were looking for her. She spun around as they started walking faster towards her. She hit a muscular torso at eye height. Her eyes widened.
“Woah there little lady, where are you going?” he said in a deep voice.
He was beautiful in a rugged way, and held her back with no effort as she tried to break away. Time paused for a moment as she felt short of breath. There was some kind of animal magnetism between them. Time resumed. He grabbed her arm, and laughed as she struggled. They were coming closer.
He wanted to know what she was doing. There was something about this girl that roused his protective instincts. One traded look with his best friend let him know that he felt the same way. This girl was special, they could smell it.
“Hi there,” the lady said, peering suspiciously at Lyra.
She immediately straightened up. I am not the girl you’re looking for, she chanted in her head. She hoped hard that they wouldn’t recognize her, but she didn’t feel the little thing in her working. Shit, she had done too much today already. The man she had bumped into put a protective arm around her, and his friend stood between them.
“‘scuse me, you botherin’ our girl there?” he said.
Lyra felt herself shrink more into the first man’s arms, pressing herself flat against his toned body. He smelled really good, her mind noted absently. She scolded herself for thinking about unrelated things when she could be in serious danger.
“Why, is that little Suzy?”