ASCANIO LAY ON THE BED UNDER THE COVERS. HIS face was a bloodless mask. He looked weak and small, his eyes enormous, like two dark pools on the pale face. If he were human, he would’ve been dead. Sander said he had hairline fractures in both legs, serious blood loss, a punctured lung, and two broken ribs. Leslie had thrown him around like a dog shaking a rat. The Lyc-V would knit him back together. A few days and he would be up and walking. But meanwhile he hurt.
I sat on his bed. Curran remained standing.
Ascanio’s gaze fixed on him.
“What happened?” Curran asked.
“Aunt B’s boudas came,” Ascanio said, his voice flat. “Three of them. They told Andrea Aunt B wanted to talk. Andrea said no. They said, ‘You’re coming with us one way or another.’ I figured there would be trouble. Andrea looked at me and said, ‘Someone has to stay with the kids.’ So they left Joey. He was the weakest. Grendel really didn’t like him. He kept trying to bite Joey, so Andrea took him with her. Then you called and Joey told us to stay away from the damn door. Then he went upstairs, he said to sleep.”
Damn boudas. I tell him he’s under siege and he goes to take a nap.
“About half an hour later someone knocked on the door. A woman was screaming.”
Ascanio swallowed.
“Keep going,” Curran told him.
“Julie said, ‘Come on, doorboy, aren’t you going to see who it is?’ And I said, ‘I’m not a doorboy, and if you want to know so bad, go see for yourself.’ She went.” Ascanio closed his eyes for a long moment.
“The woman on the other end yelled, ‘Help me, they hurt my baby.’ Julie looked out and screamed that it was Leslie. She knew her from the Pack, and Leslie was carrying a bloody kid. We knew the Pack was being attacked. We opened the door.”
They saw a shapeshifter woman with a blood-smeared child and they let her in. Of course they let her in. I would’ve run out the door to protect her. I should’ve told them about Leslie. No evidence existed that the two were connected, and I didn’t know. If I had, Julie wouldn’t be losing her humanity right now.
Ascanio took a deep breath. “She was in warrior form when she came through the door. She knocked Julie aside. I shifted and hit her. She was too strong. I got some strikes in, but then she clawed me up. I thought she’d slice me to ribbons and then Julie jumped on her back. The cat pulled her off and bit her, hard. It happened so fast. And then Joey came running. The cat said, ‘Step aside, weakling. You know you can’t take me.’ And Joey pulled his knife and told me to protect Julie.”
Ascanio squeezed his eyes shut. “Julie was already messed up. I picked her up and I ran.”
His legs were broken and he’d carried Julie anyway. Whatever he did from now on, I would never forget this.
“I knew if we went out the back, she’d chase us down, so I got into the loup cage and locked the door.”
He gulped the air.
I wanted to kill Leslie again. I wanted to kill her slowly and take my time.
“The cat did something to Joey to keep him from moving, because we heard Joey cussing her out. The cat came to get us, but she couldn’t get through the bars. It really pissed her off. Joey was screaming and cursing, telling her she should come and pick on someone her own size. The cat went back out. And then we heard Joey scream. I wanted to go and help him, but I couldn’t get up. The cat was beating him to death and I couldn’t get up.”
“You did everything right,” I told him. “You did great. You couldn’t have done more.”
Ascanio’s hand shook. “He died to keep us alive. Why? Why would he do that?”
“Because that’s what you do,” Curran said. “That’s what being in the Pack means. The strong defend the weak. Joey protected you, and you protected Julie.”
“He didn’t even know us!” He stared at us, his eyes wet. “I’m not like you. I don’t want this. I don’t want people dying for me. I don’t want to walk around with it.”
Curran leaned toward him. “Then get strong. Learn to be bad enough so others don’t have to die to keep you safe.”
A commotion broke out by the door.
A female voice barked, “You will let me in or I’ll kill you where you stand!”
The door flew open. A muscular woman strode through, a harried expression on her face. Martina, Ascanio’s mother. She saw us and halted.
“You have a brave son,” Curran said. “A credit to your clan.”
Down the hall the door of the emergency room opened. Doolittle walked out, wiping his hands on a towel. I slipped out of the room and marched to him. He saw me. His face wore a tight expression, like he was straining to keep things inside.
Whoever you are upstairs, please don’t let him tell me that Julie’s dead. Please.
I reached him. “How is she?”
“Julie has massive trauma to the shoulder, three rib fractures, and a Lyc-V infection in the third stage.”
Lyc-V infection had five stages: introduction of the virus, beginning of shift, half-shift, advanced shift, and stabilization. Julie was in half-shift, which meant her body was fighting the virus to stay human.
His face was grim. Something bad was coming. I clenched up.
“Julie’s bloom levels are very high.”
My chest constricted. Lyc-V “bloomed” when its victim was under stress, saturating the body in great numbers. Too much, and it would put Julie over the edge. Forty percent of all Lyc-V victims went loup during the fourth stage. Julie was bitten, she was an adolescent, and she was injured. Her stress level was through the roof and her body was flooded with hormones. Her chances of going mad were astronomically high.
Someone asked, “Is she going loup?” and I realized it was me.
“Too early to tell.” Doolittle rubbed his face. “Her transformation came on too fast. In all my years I’ve never seen it happen that fast. She started to transform almost from the moment the virus entered her system. Julie is very magical. Introducing the virus to her body was like planting a seed in fertile ground.
The first transformation is always the most volatile. In a case of stable infection, the virus should’ve leveled off. Julie is still blooming.”