enough for her to lose her balance and release the rope. Seeing the discontentment growing between me and my friends, Seth chuckled.
I looked at him and said for the benefit of everyone, “We’re not cold-bloodied killers, we’re better than that. I understand all of your reasons for wanting Sparky dead, I have enough of my own, but if we kill him, we become him.”
“And how do you figure that?” Isidor said, crossbow still aimed at Sparky.
“Because Sparky kills in cold blood. He shows his victims no mercy. He kills out of hatred and fear,” I told them. “You kill him now and you’ll be doing it for all the same reasons. You’ll be a mindless killer just like him,” then glancing at Seth, I added, “and him.”
Seth smiled at me, his black, broken teeth festering in his shrunken gums. Looking back at Kayla and Isidor, I said, “Do you really want to turn out like Seth and Sparky? Is that what you really want? Because if it is, I won’t stop you,” Then, releasing the rope, I walked away, giving Kayla and Isidor enough time and room to attack Sparky who still lay on the ground whimpering like a baby.
I looked back at them and saw Kayla step towards him, her claws out and raised up before her. Isidor stood as if frozen to the spot, then slowly, he lowered his crossbow and aimed it not at Sparky but at the ground. Sparky looked up and could see Kayla coming towards him, her long, black fingernails and fangs gleaming in the dark.
“Please,” Sparky cried out, lacing his fingers before him as if he were about to say his prayers. “Don’t kill me. I can help you.”
As if deaf to his pleas, Kayla continued forward, and when just inches from him, she dived forward and snatched up the rope.
“No!” Sparky begged.
“Oh quit complaining,” Kayla snapped at him. “I’m not going to kill you – not yet anyhow. But if we’re to take you with us into The Hollows, then you’re staying on the end of this rope where I can see you. But I promise you this, if for just one second I think you are going to harm me or my friends then I will take your head off in a heartbeat. Do you understand?”
Sparky looked at her, nodded and licked his lips.
“I said, do you understand?” she roared into his face, her claws just inches from his throat.
“Yes! Yes!” Sparky screeched and cowered back as far away from her as his leash would allow him.
Yanking on the rope, Kayla pulled him back close to her. “Don’t screw around, Sparky. I promise you, I’m not that scared little girl anymore. I couldn’t give a shit if you died, and in fact I hope and pray that you do break your promise, because that’s all the reason I’ll need to rip your fucking lungs out.”
“I won’t, I promise,” he snivelled. Then looking at me, he added, “Thank you, Kiera.”
Without saying anything, I looked away in disgust. I wasn’t helping him, I was helping Kayla and Isidor to not become like him. Seth then strode forward, and grinding the heel of his boot into Sparky’s open wound again, he shouted over the screams of pain, “The martyr might have saved you for now, but watch your back. You’re a disgrace to the Lycanthrope.”
“We’re no different, Seth,” Sparky wailed. “You’re a killer just like me.”
Ignoring him, Seth said, “You said you could help us. How?”
“I didn’t say that,” Sparky cried out as Seth drove down harder with his foot.
“Yeah, you did,” Kayla cut in.
“What do you know?” Isidor asked.
“Nothing!” Sparky sobbed in pain.
Going to him, I pushed Seth aside, and Sparky cradled his wounded leg. “It hurts doesn’t it?” I said looking down at him. “Remember how you treated me back in the zoo when my leg was wounded?”
“That wasn’t me,” he said, staring up at me. “It was Phillips.”
“You licked my goddamn leg, you animal!” I hissed at him. “You threw me around the room and hosed me down with freezing cold water.”
“It was Phillips,” Sparky