“I see it. That one’s different. It’s bigger,” Danny called as he pointed where we were all looking. “And from here its eyes aren’t lit and it hasn’t come alive quite yet like the others.”
“That’s because I’m pretty sure it can’t. Tyler, can you isolate the scents?” I asked. “And pinpoint which goat smells exactly like what?”
Tyler eased himself onto a small rock that jutted out above my head. The mountain angled steeply from where we were positioned, so we had a good view of the goats. Tyler shifted his head back and opened his mouth. I did the same. As the air crossed over my tongue, there was a startling difference. Now that the goats had become animated, power zapped over my tongue and sizzled my taste buds. There was no doubt we were in the right place. Selene’s magic signature was all over.
I took in a deeper breath, trying to catch the specific scent of the stationary goat. It was hard to do. Smells in general still overpowered me with their complexities and notes, because of all the layers. All the scent information flooded into me and I had trouble sorting. “Are you having any luck?” I asked my brother. “Everything just tastes awful and powerful at the same time.”
“Yes,” Tyler said. “I can’t taste the power like you can, but I can smell the differences in the air. The goats have a rancid undertone, almost undetectable. The stationary one smells clean, almost artificial.”
“I smelled the stink too,” I said. “It’s definitely carrying on the air now that they’re moving around. But is it some of their kill and not their actual smell?” I curled my nose.
“Goats don’t kill for meat,” Danny called, hearing me perfectly. “They’re vegetarians, as far as I know. They forage around, eating shrubs and roots and things.”
Of course regular goats were herbivores—but I could see rabid, possessed goats with red eyes eating meat, preferably while it was still alive and struggling. They probably required fresh blood on the hour. “They aren’t vegetarians if they’re weregoats, right? These aren’t normal goats; these are—”
“Dead goats,” Tyler said grimly. “They have been reanimated somehow. Selene must be able to wield some sort of necromancer enchantment. They wake when they detect a threat, and stay stationary the rest of the time.”
“Well, that explains why their eyes are red,” I said. Red was Selene’s spell color. “But they can’t last that way forever. Goats are living things, so even with a strong enchantment they will fully decay over time.”
Tyler inhaled. “This must be a relatively new batch, because I’m picking up only a little decay. They must get really nasty over time.”
“Great.” I climbed closer to my brother’s perch. “So we’re dealing with necromanced goats. The bonus is they can’t be that smart. I think the artificial one is the gatekeeper. I’m suggesting one of us makes a racket at one end to lure the goats away from this immediate area, and the other two tackle the gatekeeper. I’m volunteering for gatekeeper duty.”
“Fine,” Danny answered. “I knew handling the goats would be my job the moment we laid eyes on them. I’ll make my way over to the very right edge of their ledge.” He motioned to the far side of the rocky face we were on. “When the diversion comes, you’ll know it.” As he moved, all the goats eyed him. Every so often one of them would stomp a foot and give a scary bleat. It sounded like an old woman being murdered.
“We need to climb closer so we’re ready,” Tyler said as he started up the wall.
“Don’t get too close,” I said. “We don’t want them to take an interest in us if we can help it.”
“It’s too late for that, sis,” Tyler grunted as he hoisted himself higher. “Selene isn’t stupid. If a threat makes it this close to her lair, she’ll be ready for multiple attacks at one time. I just hope Danny can herd most of them to his side so we only have to deal with a few.”
Right as Tyler finished talking a giant goat shambled over to us, angling its head down to bellow a warning. This one sounded ten times as loud, its eyes blazing a wicked red. It was massive. I wondered for a moment if coming back from the dead meant you put on extra pounds. Surely goats weren’t this big in the wild.
“I wonder if it can shoot lasers out of its eyes,” I said half kidding, half not. “Selene can shoot red lines out of her fingers—if her spells manifest themselves here in a tangible state, why couldn’t she make it work in the goats?”
“Jesus,” Tyler sputtered. “Quit talking crazy shit. If she could make something like that happen, powerful witches all over the world would be holding up banks with dead animals.”