Dark Guardian - Moonlight Part 13

"Hey!" he yelled and grabbed my hands. "Take it easy. I wasn't really going to hurt you over there. I just needed him to think that."

I jerked free and shoved him again. I wanted to rip his eyes out for terrifying me.

"Hey, will you stop?" he yelled, scrambling back. "G.o.d, I wasn't going to do anything. I was just pretending. I needed him to think you were in danger."

"What are you talking about?"

"I knew he'd show himself if you were being attacked."

Was he insane? Did he think the wolf's personal mission in life was to protect me? I mean, sure, maybe we'd bonded a little with the bear attack, but he was a wild animal, not a domesticated dog. That he was following me, that he'd come to my rescue again-no one could have predicted that. It was just a huge coincidence. While I was stunned by the wolf's presence, I was furious with Mason's actions and betrayals.

"So this whole romancing thing was a ploy to attract the wolf?" I didn't bother to keep the anger out of my voice. His actions were unacceptable. To frighten me, to make me think he was going to hurt me . . . to use me as bait. It was dehumanizing.

"Don't say it as though my feelings for you are insincere," Mason said cajolingly. "Ido like you, Kayla. A lot. But we had something larger to accomplish and we needed you to be part of it."

I was so angry that I could barely see straight. I felt as though Mason had made a fool of me. But worse, he'd used me, used me to capture the wolf. My voice was seething when I asked, "Mason, what is going on?"

But he wasn't looking at me. He was mesmerized by the wolf. "Look how big he is. Look at how human his eyes are. Everything else changes but the eyes remain human. It's just like he told me it would be."

"Who? What in the h.e.l.l are you talking about?"

Before he could answer, I heard the crackle of brush being trampled. Coming from between the trees, Ethan and Tyler carried a cage with metal bars. It was a little smaller than the crate they'd been hauling. Was that what had been inside it?

Dr. Keane was behind them. He strode forward and slapped Mason on the back. "Good job, son."

"Thanks, Dad."

As they slipped a muzzle over his mouth, the wolf made another valiant effort to rise.

"I gave him two doses of tranquilizer. He should be knocked out cold with that much," Mason said, clearly baffled. "Should I shoot him again?"

"No, he's drugged enough that we can handle him. His resistance is strong. That's good," Dr. Keane murmured. "He'll need all the strength he has."

I got right in Dr. Keane's face and stood on my toes so he could see how angry I was. "What are you going to do to him?"

Dr. Keane looked at me as though I were an irritating gnat. "Why, study him, of course."

My heart was thundering as I trudged back to camp. I felt as though I'd betrayed the wolf. I thought about how protective Lucas was of the wilderness, the animals, and especially the wolves. I hoped he never found out about this. I could think of only one way to make this right. I had to figure out a way to set the wolf free.

Ethan and Tyler set the cage up at the far end of the campsite, near the woods. An insane excitement reverberated through the camp as everyone came around to stare at the wolf. I hated that he was on display like that. I wondered if animals felt humiliation. Even if he didn't, I was embarra.s.sed for him. He seemed like such a proud creature. He deserved better treatment than this. My heart ached for him.

After a while, everyone wandered off. Everyone except Mason and me. Mason was incredibly fascinated by the wolf. But how could he do this to so beautiful a creature? It wasn't right. I'd thought I knew Mason, but I realized I didn't know him at all. Why hadn't I left with Lucas and the others? And what was I going to do now? They had put a simple key-lock on the cage door. But I didn't think they'd leave the wolf unguarded.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" Mason said, without taking his eyes off the wolf.

My therapist had hypnotized me once to try to get to the root of my fears. I had a feeling I'd looked a lot like Mason did now-like I'd been smoking something illegal.

I was furious with Mason and myself. Why hadn't I seen this coming? There weren't many wolves with this unique shading of fur. I knew it was the one that had saved me from the bear attack. Iowed this animal. And because of me, he was locked in a cage.

The wolf stirred. I watched as he struggled to his feet. The cage was small. He couldn't stand up fully. He couldn't pace. He would be hard-pressed to turn around. They'd removed the muzzle once they'd gotten him into the cage. I looked into those silver eyes and I felt the same connection I'd felt right after the bear attack. What was there for Dr. Keane to study? He was probably a descendant of the wolves that had been re introduced into the wild. I had a feeling the wolves' tendency not to attack man was about to be turned around. Dr. Keane and his students were declaring war on a species. Why were they doing this?

Mason crouched, poked a stick through the bars, and jabbed the wolf in his side. He issued a low, warning growl and drew back his lips to show his teeth.

I grabbed the stick from Mason and tossed it aside. I was seething with anger. "Don't do that."

Mason stood up. "You're right. If he's angry, he won't s.h.i.+ft back."

"s.h.i.+ft? What are you talking about? He's a wolf and it's illegal to capture them."

He gave me a grin that seemed to say,What world do you live in?

"It's not awolf ," he said. "Well, obviously it's a wolf right now, but before it s.h.i.+fted, it was human. With that fur coloring, I'm pretty sure it's Lucas. Makes sense. The way he watched you, I knew he wouldn't leave you behind."

Okay, someone needs to go back on his meds.I laughed. "Are you freaking mental?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Lycanthropes exist, Kayla. Here, in this wilderness. There's a whole village-"

"No, they don't," I interrupted. "And no, there's not. If anything, it's just legend, crazy stories people tell around the campfire."

With a wicked grin, he leaned toward me. "I can prove it's true."

He crouched down, unzipped his backpack, and removed a gun. It wasn't like the one he'd used before. This one looked like the Glock my dad carried.

"What the h.e.l.l-"

Before I finished my sentence, he calmly aimed it at the wolf- "No!" I screamed, lunging for Mason. Again, too late.

He pulled the trigger. The wolf yelped and fell to his side. Blood gushed from his hip.

Students started rus.h.i.+ng over.

"It's okay. Just an accident. The gun misfired. No big deal," Mason called out, waving them back.

No big deal? He'd purposely shot the wolf!

I shoved him hard and he staggered back. "What is wrong with you?" I demanded to know.

"I'm proving my point."

"Youare mental." If I could get my hands on that gun, I'd shoot him. I grabbed the lock and rattled it. The wolf was panting. I could see the pain in his eyes. "Get this open so I can do something for him, before he bleeds to death."

"Calm down. He's not going to bleed to death."

"Don't tell me to calm down. I'm not going to let you hurt him again. I need to see the wound."

He gave me the calm smile that I was starting to hate. "Okay," he said, crouching. "Look."

I dropped to my knees and curled my hands around two of the bars.

"Look at his hind leg where I shot him," Mason said.

Almost as quickly as the blood had gushed, it began to slow to a drizzle. Then it stopped altogether. Using another stick, Mason lifted the fur. The wound was closing, like a time-lapse video that I'd seen in biology cla.s.s. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

"When they're in wolf form, they heal faster than we do," Mason said. "Imagine the medical ramifications. If we can isolate the gene, we can create a serum that would replicate the rapid cell rejuvenation. Someone is in a devastating car wreck, bleeding to death. We give him an injection and he's healed before an ambulance gets him to the nearest hospital. Then, of course, there are the military uses. An army of shape-s.h.i.+fting soldiers, with their heightened sense of smell, hearing, and sight. It would be invincible."

He made it sound as though he were doing all this for the good of mankind. Did it make me an awful human being because I thought it was wrong to exploit this species like that? Not that I believed for one minute that it was a werewolf-that it was Lucas. For some reason, this particular wolf had amazing healing properties-but it had to be a genetic mutation, a fluke. It wasn't a special species of humans who changed into wolves, or wolves that changed into humans.

Mason looked at me. "Of course, the real money will be in recreational uses. If we can create a drug that will transform you for just a couple of hours-wouldn't you take it? Just to know what it's like? Lycanthrope parties will be all the rage. And we'll hold the patent. And if the FDA doesn't approve it-who cares? We'll make more money on the black market anyway."

So it wasn't about the good of mankind. It was about money.

"It was really selfish of you to hold back, Lucas. You should have willingly donated yourself to our research. Instead we had to come out here and lure you into our trap. It was so easy once we realized how protective you were of Kayla." Mason poked him again, and the wolf growled.

"It's not Lucas. You sound insane," I insisted.

"Of course it is. You'll see. He'll grow too weak to hold this shape, and he'll revert back to human form. Then you'll know."

"They're not going to let you walk out of here with a wolf."

He gave me a c.o.c.ky grin. "We're not walking. We have choppers landing in the morning. Why do you think we wanted a spot at the edge of a large valley? We'll take you with us, and once you see everything, you'll understand the significance of our work. I want you to be part of it. We'll have that candlelit dinner to celebrate."

In my mind I was screaming, "No way!"

But I knew I had to play it cool. Until I could figure out a strategy of escape for me and the wolf, I had to start pretending that I thought all this was amazing. I had to lie. And I needed more information.

"So what? You're taking him back to the university?"

"G.o.d, Kayla, how naive can you be? Get with the program. It was all a con. My dad isn't a professor. He's head of research at Bio-Chrome. Ever heard of us? 'Studying chromosomes for a better tomorrow'?"

I had a vague recollection of some stupid commercial I'd seen on TV.

"But his students-"

"We're all his research team. We're geniuses." He laughed. "I graduated from college at seventeen. My roommate used to live around here. He told me about the rumors that shape-s.h.i.+fters were hiding in this forest. Even told me to keep a special eye on Lucas. I started doing research. Way too many sightings for it not to be true. And now we'll not only prove it, but we'll benefit from it." He looked back at the wolf. "You're going to make history, Lucas."

Mason turned his attention back to me. "Can you envision it? Can you see what we're going to accomplish? I want you to be part of it, Kayla. We want you to be part of the team."

"I'm still in high school, Mason," I said, playing along. There was no way I was going to join his team.

He rolled his eyes. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Kayla. My dad can get you a high school equivalency diploma. You can start taking college courses online while you work on the research. This will all be cutting-edge. We'll all be millionaires. We're offering you an opportunity to be part of it."

I swallowed hard. "It sounds great," I lied. "I'm so in."

"I knew you would be once you understood everything. And don't worry about Lucas. He'll come to understand it all, too."

Mason got up and walked away, leaving me there. My fingers were wrapped so tightly around the bars that they were beginning to ache. I studied the wolf and held his gaze. He held mine.

It was a strange connection. Maybe I was a little insane, too. I knew werewolves-s.h.i.+ft-shapers, lycanthropes, whatever you wanted to call them-existed only in movies and TV shows. Still, I leaned near and whispered, "Lucas?"

With great effort, he lifted his head and licked my fingers.

I released my hold on the bars and scrambled back. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Werewolves did

not exist. And this wasn't Lucas. I jerked my head up at the sound of someone approaching. Ethan was holding a rifle. I didn't know if it held more tranquilizer darts or bullets. He gave me an awkward smile.

"Pretty cool, huh?" he asked. He sat on the ground, leaned against a tree, and set the rifle on his lap.

"Are you afraid he's going to stage a prison break?" I asked lightly, trying to appear as nonthreatening

as possible.

He shrugged. "Until we study him, we don't know what he's capable of. Besides, he's not the only one.

The others might try something."

This was just getting better and better.

I was furious at Mason and his father, and I was terrified for the wolf. I was plotting an escape. But I

knew none of that showed on my face as I sat by the campfire following supper. Mason was toasting marshmallows again, which seemed so bizarre. Dr. Keane was sitting on his little stool. I envisioned kicking it out from beneath him and laughing as he tumbled to the ground. But he wasn't worth my effort.

I had to act normal. I had to give them the impression that I'd accepted their insane plan and that I could be trusted. Mason offered me his perfect marshmallow. I gave him a flirtatious smile before popping it into my mouth.

"See, Dad?" Mason said. "I told you once she understood, she'd see the value in our work."

Dr. Keane gave me a suspicious look, so I smiled brightly and said, "I think you're an absolute genius."

Dr. Keane's chest puffed out slightly and he yammered on for a while about all the money they'd make

once they figured out the werewolves' secret to transforming.

"So you think there are more creatures like this one?" I asked, pretending to be interested in his insane

ideas.

"Oh, absolutely," Dr. Keane said.