Secrets of the Night
"That man was Guthrie Harris." Evan told her as soon as they got safely out of the building. "He's a bad mofo, spent time in jail for stripping a liquor store. Rides a big bike through town every few years to beat up on his wife and kid. The kid's a real sweetheart she's only seven, comes to school with a black eye and says she hit it on a doorknob. Ya know it's not true, but she won't say different. Wants to stay with her mama or at least not see her mama die."
"Well, Jason's with him now. What I don't understand is how he was well enough to talk and sit up let alone jump out of a window." Brenna said fretting over the little doily resting on her grandmother's favorite rocking chair.
Evan shifted uncomfortably, and Brenna wondered what he was holding out on her. She tried again to read his mind as she had read the mind of the girl at the counter. He revealed nothing to her she'd have to ask if she wanted any information.
"I didn't want to say so- it seems silly, but I think he is becoming a werewolf in truth. He'll be super strong even in human form, and he'll be vicious once a month. He might get meanerÂ…" Evan trailed off, "but it won't matter, Guthrie is sure to leave town tonight with the feds nipping at his heels. Maybe Jason will be better with him. Guthrie can defend himself and maybe he took a liking to Jason."
Brenna shivered and rubbed her hands against her arms. What would she say to their friends? How would she explain Jason's disappearance? She wasn't sure. Hopefully she'd have a few days to think before the feds came to question her. She felt like an outlaw, and maybe she was- she had broken into a hospital after hours and all.
"Don't worry, the town protects their own," Evan said seriously. "If Jason's with Guthrie he won't be found tonight, maybe never."
Brenna nodded hoping the boy was right. "Shouldn't you be on your way home?"
"My Pa won't notice tonight, he'll be busy with- other things." Evan mumbled. "You don't want me to leave do you?"
She didn't, his leaving would mean she would be alone- a prospect she was not anticipating eagerly. "That's not even a question, Ev."
Evan smiled contentedly and let his head fall back against the sofa.
"Well kiddo, we don't have a chef, but I guess one of us should cook," Brenna announces standing up wearily. If only they had gone to Paris instead none of this would have happened.
"I'll help," Evan offers quietly though his eyes are focused on something over her shoulder. Brenna turns to see a pair of headlights pulling into the dark driveway. Slowly and steadily they approach.
"Well, Jason's with him now. What I don't understand is how he was well enough to talk and sit up let alone jump out of a window." Brenna said fretting over the little doily resting on her grandmother's favorite rocking chair.
Evan shifted uncomfortably, and Brenna wondered what he was holding out on her. She tried again to read his mind as she had read the mind of the girl at the counter. He revealed nothing to her she'd have to ask if she wanted any information.
"I didn't want to say so- it seems silly, but I think he is becoming a werewolf in truth. He'll be super strong even in human form, and he'll be vicious once a month. He might get meanerÂ…" Evan trailed off, "but it won't matter, Guthrie is sure to leave town tonight with the feds nipping at his heels. Maybe Jason will be better with him. Guthrie can defend himself and maybe he took a liking to Jason."
Brenna shivered and rubbed her hands against her arms. What would she say to their friends? How would she explain Jason's disappearance? She wasn't sure. Hopefully she'd have a few days to think before the feds came to question her. She felt like an outlaw, and maybe she was- she had broken into a hospital after hours and all.
"Don't worry, the town protects their own," Evan said seriously. "If Jason's with Guthrie he won't be found tonight, maybe never."
Brenna nodded hoping the boy was right. "Shouldn't you be on your way home?"
"My Pa won't notice tonight, he'll be busy with- other things." Evan mumbled. "You don't want me to leave do you?"
She didn't, his leaving would mean she would be alone- a prospect she was not anticipating eagerly. "That's not even a question, Ev."
Evan smiled contentedly and let his head fall back against the sofa.
"Well kiddo, we don't have a chef, but I guess one of us should cook," Brenna announces standing up wearily. If only they had gone to Paris instead none of this would have happened.
"I'll help," Evan offers quietly though his eyes are focused on something over her shoulder. Brenna turns to see a pair of headlights pulling into the dark driveway. Slowly and steadily they approach.