Wolf Lake Box Set (Werewolf / Shifter Romance) Page 6

  Will rolled his head toward me and smiled. "Our first date seems to have been a failure," he whispered.

  I weakly smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. "It's fine. I had fun. Well, until your illness," I replied.

  He chuckled and faced forward. His eyes closed and his breathing relaxed just a little. In a few minutes we arrived at our cabins, and Vuk parked the car in the driveway. He hopped out and opened Will's door. Vuk slung one of Will's arms over his shoulders and half-dragged him toward the door.

  I followed them. "Do you need help?" I asked him.

  "Not tonight, Miss Grace, and do not worry for the Master. He will be fine," Vuk assured me.

  I opened the cabin door and Vuk dragged Will into the entrance. Will grasped the doorframe and turned to me. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'm sure I will be fine by then," he told me.

  "Promise?" I whispered.

  "I swear it," he returned.

  "I'll keep you to it," I warned him.

  He smiled, nodded, and dropped his arm to his side. Vuk dragged him inside and turned to me. "If you would please close the door," he requested.

  I took one last, long glance at Will, and slowly shut the door. The heavy wooden portal closed on them with a dull thud and I was left in the dark in more ways than one.

  Chapter 11

  After that stressful adventure I returned to my cabin and plopped down on the couch. My mind kept replaying Will's ghastly face and Vuk's sudden, miraculous appearance. I glanced down at the trinket around my neck and gently fingered the cover. A sign of friendship, or something more? My roaming eyes fell on a calendar. It was outdated, but it reminded me that my vacation clock was ticking and we would be split apart. I didn't do so well with long-distance relationships.

  I rolled my eyes. "He's not that interested in you," I scolded myself. The locket in my hand argued against the point pretty convincingly.

  "He cares for you a little. Why else would he be bothering with a secretary?" my other self argued.

  I snorted. "Why else would someone want to bother with a secretary? Maybe something to do with breasts," I retorted.

  "You're lying to yourself, and not doing a very good job," I countered.

  "What I'm doing is arguing with myself and getting nowhere with it," I returned.

  All this mono-human arguing and the adventure left me exhausted and no further toward knowing, rather than guessing, what were Will's intentions. I slipped on my nightshirt and retired to the bedroom. I placed the locket on the nightstand, tucked myself beneath the covers, and fell into a deep sleep.

  A few hours later my sleep was disturbed by a new sound. It was the howl of a wolf. I sat up in bed with my eyes so wide they could have been mistaken for car headlights. My heart pounded in my chest and I slowly turned toward leftward toward the window beside the bed. Another howl echoed through the air. The hairs on the back of my neck rose to attention. I pulled aside the curtain and glanced at Will's cabin. There was a faint glow from one of the windows and I could see the car sat in the driveway. Everything was still and silent.

  I glanced at the clock on the nightstand that sat behind the locket. Midnight. The Witching Hour, or too-damn-late if you were a tired vacationing secretary. I wasn't tired for long when I tried to remember if I'd locked the front door. By the sounds this wasn't a serial killer, but I didn't want to risk the possibility that the wolf had acquired human-level intelligence and figured out how to use knobs.

  I flung aside my bedsheets, slipped on a pair of bunny slippers I'd found in the closet, and shuffled into the open space of the cabin. The space was dark and light filtered through the thin curtains over the windows. The furniture cast shadows on the floor, and the dead animals loomed larger than former-life in the near-darkness.

  I crept over to the front door and froze when another howl resounded through the cabin. It was close, but not beside the cabin and there was a muffled quality to it that made me think it was in a thick-walled box. I made it to the door and was relieved to find I had locked it. I turned toward my bedroom, but a sudden, sharp cry of pain stopped me in my tracks. The noise came from Will's cabin. I rushed to the dining window that faced the cabin and brushed aside the curtains to look outside.

  The single light was still on, but nothing moved inside or outside the building. My heart beat so loud I could have performed at a rock concert. I had to see what was wrong. Maybe Will was in trouble and needed help. Maybe something happened to Vuk and Will was all alone. Maybe I was making a really stupid decision by going out there with a wolf howling. Actually, that last maybe was a definite, but I wasn't going to let common sense stop me from seeing if Will and Vuk were all right.

  I glanced around for some weapon to use. My eyes fell on the poker beside the fireplace. I grabbed my newfound sword, held it out in front of me, and unlocked the door. I paused and listened. The night was still. No howling, no yelling. I slipped on a coat, opened the door a crack and peeked my head out. The world was enveloped in shadows. Nothing stirred in the brush nor in the air. The trees loomed over me with their branches reaching out to grab an unsuspecting woman about to save the day. It was quiet and still.

  I slunk out the door and off the porch onto the stone path. The light was still on in Will's cabin, and I sprinted toward that as though it was a beacon in a thick fog. I reached the window, grabbed the sill and tried to look through the window, but the curtain was too thick to see anything definite. I needed to get inside.

  I moved to the front and onto the small stoop. A noise behind me made me clutch my weapon and swing around. Nothing was there. Maybe it had been my imagination. I backed up to the wall beside the door and hurriedly knocked on the wood. No answer. Not even footsteps. I knocked again, but received the same non-reply. I felt the shadows creep closer to me, so I tried the knob. It was unlocked. I slipped inside and eagerly basked in the glow of the electric light above me. It scared away most of my nightmares, but didn't show me that anyone was home.

  "Hello?" I whispered. My voice was stuck on low-tone. "Will? Vuk?" No reply. The eerie silence was almost as oppressive as the darkness outside. I took a step deeper into the cabin to the left toward the fireplace. Nobody was on the couch like I hoped. My voice cracked on the next few words. "Anyone here?" Again nothing.

  There was a great slam behind me. I jumped and swung around to see that the door had shut behind me. My heart beat to a tempo somewhere past light-speed. I clutched my chest and took a few deep breaths. That helped calm me down. I turned and screamed.

  Vuk stood less than a foot in front of me and just in front of the fireplace. His face was ghastly pale and he clutched one hand to himself. The hand was covered in bloodied bandages. I was about to perform another solo opera number when Vuk slid behind me and wrapped his bloodied hand around my waist. His other hand was slapped over my mouth, stifling my future career as an opera star.

  "You must be quiet, Miss Stevens, or the other cabins will be alarmed," he whispered in a calm, non-homicidal tone. When he saw I wasn't going to make a career comeback he released me. I jumped out of his reach and swung around with the poker gripped tightly in both my hands.

  "What the hell is going on? Where's Will?" I asked him.

  "He is in the woods investigating the howls," Vuk told me.

  "So he's better?" Last I saw of him he'd been on the verge of a deathly illness.

  "Quite all right for the moment," Vuk replied.

  Will's manservant could have looked better as I nodded at his bloodied hand pressed against his chest. "How'd you get that?"

  "An error on my part. I was careless and allowed myself to fall into some sharp rocks," he replied.

  I lowered the poker, but only by a few inches. "Rocks did that?" I wondered.

  "They were very sharp and it is rather dark out there," he pointed out. His eyes swept over me, especially the lower half that was not hidden well by my nightshirt. "But may I ask what brought you here?"

  I dropped the poker to my side. My grand plan of sav
ing the day was crumbling. "The howls woke me up and then I heard somebody scream. I thought maybe you two were in trouble," I told him.

  He smiled and bowed his head. "We are grateful for the concern, but everything is fine. The cry was merely my falling into the rocks around the edge of the lake," he explained.

  I glanced at the bloodied hand. It looked like he'd tried to do the bandage job with one out of two of his hands, and only half succeeded. "Did you want some help re-wrapping that?" I asked him.

  Vuk shook his head. "I am sure I will be quite fine on my own," he replied. An exterior strip of the bandage fluttered off the rest of the pieces to hang in front of him.

  I snorted. "Show me where the bandages are and I'll help," I offered.

  "The wound is not. . .is not pleasant to look at," he warned me.

  "Don't worry, I was a Girl Scout. We had to patch each other up after our cat fights," I replied.

  He thought the matter over for a moment and nodded to a small, square room at the rear of the cabin. It was a new addition to the old structure. "Everything you need is in there," he told me.

  "Everything except you." I gently grabbed him by the arm and guided him into what I learned was the bathroom.

  While the other parts of the cabin were rustic, this was a little more modern with a sink, toilet, and standing shower. I sat Vuk on the toilet and looked to the counter around the sink. There was a mess of bandage boxes, peroxide, rubbing alcohol, and every other torture devise to clean and disinfect wounds. I turned to Vuk and found he was carefully unwrapping his sad job. Each strip of bandage that dropped away gave me a clearer view of the wound, and it was ghastly. There were deep gashes across his palm and the back of his hand. His fingers were covered in the dry blood, but I could see they held smaller cuts.

  Girl Scouts didn't quite prepare me for this mess, but I wasn't going to back down from the challenge. "Those must have been some rocks," I commented.

  "Yes, very sharp," he repeated. He tossed aside the bandages and I got to work, but I talked while I cleaned up the blood.

  "Will and I were talking during the picnic. He said you were the only one who helped him after he was attacked by that wolf," I told him.

  "I could not let him suffer. He had been kind to me," Vuk replied.

  The blood was mopped up, now time for the disinfectant. "Kind to you how?" I wondered.

  "I was not welcomed in my village. My parents had been wild people living in the forest, and they were treated with suspicion by the villagers," Vuk explained. "Will came and he gave me work. I guided him through the forests so he could hunt the animals that lived there. He was very grateful. No one else would lead him along the paths."

  "Why not?" I asked him.

  "They were superstitious. They spoke of vampires and werewolves living in those forests," he told me.

  "And you didn't believe those stories?" I guessed.

  "I believe in many things, but I do not fear them," he replied. This guy could pass as Yoda.

  "So how was Will injured if you guided him everywhere around the village?" I asked him.

  "He did not heed my warnings to remain in the village after dark. One night he ventured into the mountains and was attacked by a-a wolf," he explained. "He dragged himself back to the village, but they flung him onto the path from which he had come. I heard what they had done and retrieved him. He mended in my home, and took me with him when he left."

  "And you two have been traveling together ever since?" I guessed.

  "That is correct," he replied.

  I paused in my talking to wrap his hand in the bandages. Wrapping anything around our fingers and palms is never easy, but I managed to do a better job than Vuk had tried. I finished the last tuck of the white bandages and gave his hand a pat. "There, all done," I announced.

  Vuk winced at the slap, but bowed his head. "I am grateful for your assistance," he returned.

  We left the confines of the bathroom and walked out into the main part of the cabin. It was empty. I turned to Vuk. "Did you want me to wait with you until Will comes back?" I offered.

  "That will not be necessary. I am sure he will return soon," Vuk assured me.

  To be honest I was grateful for the refusal. My adrenaline supply had dwindled to nothing and I was left with exhaustion. Still, I had to make one last offer. "Did you want me to go search for Will?" I suggested.

  "He knows these woods better than anyone. I am sure he is well, and the noises have not been heard for quite some time," Vuk pointed out.

  "All right, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I replied.

  I turned toward the door, but Vuk's voice brought me back. "A moment, Miss Stevens," he spoke up. I half-turned to him. His eyes settled on the neckline of my shirt. "You are not wearing the locket the Master gave to you?" he asked me.

  I touched the spot where it should have laid, but wasn't there. "I must have left it on my nightstand," I told him.

  "If it wouldn't be asking too much would you please wear it at all times, especially at night?" he requested.

  I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" I questioned.

  "You will be more easily spotted wearing a shining object, especially at night," he pointed out.

  "All right, I'll try to remember it," I promised.

  He smiled and bowed his head. "Thank you. Goodnight, Miss Stevens."

  "Goodnight."

  Chapter 12

  I took my poker and returned to my cabin. My bed awaited me with open sheets, and I gladly succumbed to my exhaustion. I dreamed of strange noises and frightening shadows, and by the time my internal clock woke me up at seven I felt like I hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sleep. The long night showed on my face as I sported dark shadows around my eyes and pouches big enough to hide an elephant.

  I was just attempting to dress myself and had my arm through the head hole of my shirt when there came a rap on my cabin door. I hurriedly put the right limb in the right hole and opened the front door to find Vuk on the other side. His injured hand lay by his side and I noticed it sported a fresh change of bandages.

  He smiled and bowed his head to me. "Good morning, Miss Stevens. My Master would like to know if you wish to have breakfast with him again."

  I was thrilled to hear Will was all right. "I'd be glad to if you're doing the cooking again," I returned.

  "I am," he promised.

  "Then count me in," I replied. I tried to step out, but Vuk stepped in my way.

  His eyes fell on my collar. "Your locket, Miss Stevens," he reminded me.

  The locket. He'd made me promise to wear it whenever I could remember it. "Oh, right! One second." I hurried back to my room, grabbed the locket from the nightstand and slipped it on. Then I returned to the door and Vuk gave his approval with a nod.

  Vuk led me across the lawns to Will's cabin. I stepped inside and expected to be met with Will's cheerful face. Instead there was no one but the top of a head peeking over the back of a chair beside the roaring fireplace. I looked to Vuk whose smile faltered. He turned his attention to the kitchen.

  "You can come closer to me. I'm not contagious," Will joked from his chair.

  I prepared myself for the worst and strode over to stand beside the chair. My eyes fell on Will's pale, thin face and the shivering hands that clutched the arms of the chair. He wore a heavy sweater and sweat pants, and was wrapped tightly in several layers of quilts. There were dark patches under his eyes larger than mine, and a flush on his cheeks that bespoke illness.

  "Will. . ." I whispered. I couldn't think of anything else to say.

  "I had a bad night last night. I'm sure Vuk told you I was out hunting wolves," he commented.

  I knelt beside his chair and took one of his thin hands in my own. "You should have stayed in bed," I scolded him.

  He chuckled and squeezed my hand. "I should have, but I'm a fool when it comes my own well-being," he replied.

  "Well, you have Vuk and me here to make sure you're not a fool until you get well agai
n," I told him.

  "This will pass. I'm often better by the afternoon," he explained.

  I stood and crossed my arms over my chest. "Then you're not moving from that chair until the afternoon," I commanded.

  "Not even for bathroom breaks?" he teased.

  I mischievously grinned. "Not even for bathroom breaks," I returned.

  "Come come, that's a little harsh," he playfully protested.

  Vuk came up to us with a plate of breakfast food in each hand. "Your meal is ready," he announced.

  I plopped myself down on the couch close to Will, and we both ate heartily from the delicious fare. Will's plate was stacked with bacon and ham, and he devoured every bite down to the last greasy bit. I was halfway through my omelet when he finished. He glanced in my direction and I clutched the plate close to me. "I'm not sharing," I refused.

  He smiled. There was some color in his face and he didn't look so gaunt. "I'm satisfied for now. Vuk tells me you came by the cabin after all the howling, and I'd like to thank you for your concern," he told me.

  I shrugged and ate some of my food. "I just did what any neighbor would do," I argued.

  Will frowned and turned away to gaze into the fire. The flames were dying, so Vuk came around and stoked the fire with more dry wood. "Only as a neighbor?" he murmured.

  I blinked. "We are neighbors," I reminded him.

  Will shook himself and turned to me with a smile. "Yes, we are, and as neighbors I feel I must warn you to remain indoors after the sun sets," he warned me.

  "Because of that noise? Do you think it's a wolf?" I wondered.

  "I believe it is dangerous, and because of that I recommend you not go outside, especially when you hear the howling," he repeated.

  I scrutinized his face. I wanted to test him. "Should we warn Olivia about this? She'd be able to tell the other cabin people about the danger," I suggested.

  "Yes, that might be for the best," he agreed.

  "Do you want me to tell her so she actually learns about it?" I asked him.