Werewolf Academy Book 2: Hunted (10 page)

“He’s going for a midnight stroll?” Alex guessed.

“He was asleep,” Cassie replied. At Alex’s confused look, she explained, “We were talking on the couch, and we eventually both fell asleep.”

It was a sign of how exhausted Alex was that he hadn’t even noticed them when he walked through Pack Jericho’s common room. He knew he should be concerned about the fact that Tennison and Cassie were so close, but he pushed the thought aside to concentrate on the matter at hand.

“Then he decided to take a walk?” Alex asked, following Cassie down the stairs after Tennison.

She shook her head. “He sat up, but he didn’t look like he was seeing anything. I asked him if he was going to bed. He didn’t answer, and headed for the door. He opened it as if he was doing it by habit, not thinking about it. And so I followed him to the stairs.”

They left the Academy in time to see Tennison walk through the back gate. Alex could see what Cassie had been talking about. There was something strange
in the way the werewolf was walking, as if something was propelling him through the trees, not that he actually saw them. “Do you think he’s sleepwalking?”

Cassie shrugged. “I guess.”

“We’d better follow him.” At Cassie’s glance, Alex shrugged. “If he’s asleep, I don’t want him to get hurt. We need to follow him and make sure he’s okay.”

The tw
ins hurried to catch up to the werewolf.

Alex
waved a hand in front of Tennison’s face. “Hey, Tennison. You in there?” The boy’s blank stare was unnerving.

Alex was about to shake him when
Cassie put a hand on Alex’s arm. “I’ve heard you’re not supposed to wake a sleepwalker. They can be violent.”

“I’m not afraid of Tennison,” Alex said.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not worried about you.”

“Oh, thanks,” Alex replied dryly.

They fell silent and dropped back a few feet behind Tennison. The Gray took them deep into the woods. The ground rose at the base of a cliff.

“I don’t like this,” Cassie said worriedly.

Alex climbed silently beside Tennison, wondering where the werewolf was taking them.

“Maybe he likes a good view?” Alex hazarded.

They reached the top of the cliff Alex had only been to a couple of times. The forest spread out below them on every side. The small, winding road that was the only entrance to the Academy from the rest of the world showed as a lighter ribbon of gray among the shadows of night. The eastern horizon was lit by a pale strip where the sun had begun its ascent.

Alex took a deep breath of the crisp night air. The scents of evergreens, early dew, and a hint of rain tangled on the breeze.

Tennison had stopped beside him and stood staring out at the dark landscape without appearing to see it.

“Maybe he just likes the exercise,” Alex guessed.

“I don’t think— Alex!” Cassie shouted as Tennison stepped off the edge of the cliff.

Alex leaped after Tennison. He grabbed the student’s shirt with one hand and scrabbled
for the edge of the cliff with the other. His hand snagged an outcropping of rock just before the vast empty space led to the trees far below.

Alex let out a grunt of pain as Tennison’s weight slammed both of them into the side of the cliff.

Tennison jerked awake. “Ow, what the—” He stared down at the fall below them.

Alex
felt the boy stiffen in fear. “Don’t move,” he forced out. His fingers were slipping, both on Tennison’s shirt and on the cliff. Cassie was trying to crawl down to help, but the cliff was steep to the place where they hung. He wasn’t sure if she would make it in time.

Tennison looked up. “Alex?” he said, his eyes wide with fear.

“Grab my hand,” Alex commanded.

Tennison reached his arm up. The movement pulled the remaining cloth from Alex’s grip.

“No!” Alex shouted as he felt the werewolf slip free.

Tennison flailed. His hand hit Alex’s. Alex grabbed
the werewolf’s fingers. Tennison’s hand tightened in his. They hung for a second in absolute silence.

Alex’s heartbeat thundered in his chest. He willed his heart to slow. One skip, and they would both be done for.

“My fingers are slipping,” Alex said in as calm a voice as he could manage.

“Let me go,” Tennison
replied.

Alex met the boy’s pale eyes. “Never.”

His fingers were cramping. The rock he had grabbed was crumbling from the strength of his grip. The image of Jet’s statue filled his mind. He wouldn’t give in. He wouldn’t let Tennison die if he could save him.

“I’m going to heave you up,” Alex told Tennison. “Be ready to grab the cliff.”

“You might fall,” Tennison said, his voice close to panic.

“Better one of us than both,” Alex replied, forcing a tight smile.

He was about to swing Tennison up when a hand grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t be stupid,” Cassie said, peering over the edge at them. “Better both of you than one.”

“Cassie,” Alex breathed in relief.

With her holding his wrist, he was able to lever Tennison up. The werewolf grabbed
the rocks and pulled himself to the top. Free of the other student’s weight, Alex grabbed the rocks with his other hand and was able to pull himself over.

He lay on the cliff’s edge willing his heart to calm. It skipped a beat. He gave a breath of relief at the timing.
He closed his eyes at the memory of exactly when his heart had begun to fail him.

Jet was the one who had saved them the day their parents had been killed. He had taken out the guards. Only Drogan had escaped, but not without wounds. Jet had put a blanket over the still bodies of their parents, then carried the twins away, one in each strong arm. Alex remembered the feeling of his big brother’s tears as they fell on top of his head.

“They’re gone,” Jet had said. “But I’ll be here for you.”

Yet Jet was gone, too. Within the next few days, Alex and Cassie had lost everyone in the world who cared about them; only a gaping hole in Alex’s soul proved that they had once lived, laughed, and dreamed. The day Jaze told them Jet had died was the day Alex’s heart had started to stutter. He had been broken and lost. Only the statue in the courtyard remained of those he loved.

“I knew what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop myself,” Tennison said, his voice breaking through Alex’s memories.

“Why would you try to kill yourself?” Cassie asked.

Tennison was quiet for a few minutes. Alex didn’t press. He knew the werewolf had been through a lot. Those who had seen such haunting things carried it in the depths of their eyes. Alex knew it showed in his.

“I should have saved them,” Tennison said
finally, his voice cracking slightly.

Alex looked over to see tears streaming down the werewolf’s face as he looked up at the stars. Tennison threw an arm over his eyes, blocking out the sight.

“When the Extremists came,” he continued, his voice wavering, “We had a plan. My dad was worried every day that they would find us, and so the plan was if anyone rang the bell, we would run to the hideouts.” He sniffed. “We lived on a farm. My parents had hideouts all over our land.”

He took a calming breath. Crickets began to quietly chirp around them, taking up their song where it had been interrupted by the werewolves’ plight.

“I was in the barn when I heard the bell. I don’t know who rang it.” Tennison swallowed. “It rang and rang and rang, then suddenly stopped. I knew someone in my family had died.” He took a shuddering breath. “I hid under the floorboards where the cows walked when we milked them. There was a little ditch Dad had dug. The boards fit back down and you could hardly tell. The cows stood on top, so the Extremists had no idea.”

Movement caught Alex’s eye. He saw Cassie’s hand slip into Tennison’s.

As if her touch gave him courage, Tennison continued, “They killed the cows. It was horrible, hearing them moo in pain and kick out the last of their life. Blood dripped through the boards.” He stopped talking for a few minutes. Pain colored his voice when he finally said, “I’m not sure how long I stayed in that hole. The blood got sticky, then dried to me, making my arms and legs itch, but I didn’t dare move. Dad told us to wait two days before trying to find each other. I waited for as long as I could. It must have been at least a day because when I came out, it was dark again.”

Tennison
closed his eyes. Alex could feel the pain radiating from him.

“It’s okay; we’re here for you,” he heard his sister whisper.

“It was horrible,” Tennison replied, his voice tight with tears. “I made it to the house, and they were there, all of them.” He sobbed. “My mother, my dad, my three brothers, and my two sisters. None of them had survived.”

“That’s horrible,” Cassie gasped.

Tennison nodded. “I didn’t know what to do. I just sat on the floor with their bodies and waited.”

“Waited for what?” Alex asked into the silence.

Tennison’s gaze drifted to the stars. “I’m not sure. I don’t even know how long I was there. The light changed outside, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered after that.”

Tennison sat up slowly. Cassie helped him up the rise where he could sit more securely.

Alex remained where he was. Hearing Tennison talk about losing his family members made the pain of losing his own parents so much more real. Alex remembered the blood, the smell of iron in the air, the way it felt to look at someone you loved and see the light leave their gaze. He shut his eyes tight, forbidding the tears to come.

“Jaze Carso found me,” Tennison said softly. “I don’t know how they knew, but I heard sounds. When I looked up, Jaze was there with a blanket. He set it over my family, and helped me walk away.”

“Where did he take you?” Cassie asked.

“To a safe house. I stayed there until school was ready to
begin. He felt it would be easier for me to start with the rest of the students. He said I could begin a new life.”

“It doesn’t work that way, does it?” Alex asked. He sat up slowly and found both of them watching him. “You can’t start over, not with that hanging over you.”

Tennison shook his head. “It won’t go away. Does it ever?”

When he looked at Alex, Alex knew Ten
nison guessed their story. Jet was the twins’ brother, and the entire werewolf world knew what had happened to him and his parents. “Not for me,” Alex said quietly. “We were eight when our parents were killed, and the memories still attack me when I least expect it.”

Tennison
turned his gaze on Cassie. She gave Alex a small, grateful look. “Alex covered my eyes. He kept me from seeing everything. He protected me.”

Tennison nodded. “You’re a good brother. I wish my older brother had made it.”

“You’re not alone,” Cassie told him. “You have us, and you have the pack.”

“It’s not a real pack,” Tennison replied.

Alex knew the words were true, but the truth of them still hurt. “It’s better than nothing,” he replied a touch defensively.

Tennison stood. “If this is all I have, why try?”

He took two steps toward the cliff’s edge before Alex barred his way.

“You jump, I’m jumping after you. Again,” Alex said.

Tennison took a breath, then let it out slowly. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

Alex nodded. He didn’t want Cassie to guess just how crazy he felt sometimes, how on edge and out of control, but if it kept Tennison from jumping to his death, it was worth it.

Tennison finally gave in. “Fine. I won’t do it.”

“Promise?” Cassie asked behind him. The tremor in her voice let Alex know just how hard the experience had been on her.

“I promise,” Tennison agreed quietly.

Cassie surprised them both by giving Tennison a hug. She stepped back quickly, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

“I just, I, uh, I want you to know you’re not alone,” she stammered as she retreated back up to stable ground.

Alex knew it was more than that. As twins, they shared a lot more than most siblings. It was a feeling, perhaps instinct, that let him know the truth of what was going on. He realized that Cassie loved Tennison.

He followed them numbly as his sister and Tennison walked side-by-side back to the Academy. From what he knew of the human world, and what the professors had told him, love was different with werewolves. For humans, it could be a fleeting thing, an attachment of sorts that sometimes faded.

Werewolves were like wolves in the wild when it came to love
. They chose a mate and stayed with their chosen love for the rest of their lives. If a wolf lost a mate to one of the many accidents that came with living in the wild, the wolf often chose to live a solitary life, helping out with the pack, but staying alone in remembrance of the loved one.

Cassie’s feelings for Tennison were
n’t just a simple infatuation. He saw it in the way she looked at him, the way she listened to his quiet words, and the expression on her face when he had almost chosen to jump over the cliff. He owned her heart. Alex wondered if Tennison knew it.