The Conduit The Gryphon Series

CHAPTER 19

Seconds ticked by. We didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the entrance to the path. There was no sign of movement. Panic churned my stomach. I couldn’t leave without my brother. If I had to go look for him, that’s what I would do. My hand trembled as I reached over and unlocked my door. The sound of its release whipped Kendall’s head around.

“What are you doing?!”

“He may need help. I’m going to go find him. Stay here and lock the doors. If anything bad happens, you just go. Got it?”

“I can fly and you can’t. There’s no way you’re leaving me here. If anything you should stay behind.” She unlocked her door to further punctuate her point.

“Fine. We’ll both go.”

I stifled my own fears and opened the door. When a gigantic jungle cat didn’t leap out at me and rip my head off, I hastily climbed out. On the other side of the truck, Keni did the same. Afraid to make too much noise, we quietly clicked the doors shut behind us. I dragged my feet forward and met my sister on the passenger side of the truck.

We had taken no more than five steps toward the path, walking shoulder to shoulder, when a loud thud behind us made the ground shutter under our feet. Keni and I clung to each other as we spun around. There, taking up the entire bed of my S-10, stood an enormous lion licking its chops hungrily. I heard a whimper that I was fairly certain came from me. The mighty beast’s muzzle twitched and a low rumble leaked out.

“That’s Gabe, right?” Kendall whispered with urgency.

“Uh-huh.”

In one fluid motion the enormous cat leapt to the ground. Kendall and I squealed and clung to each other. He stalked around us, every step punctuated by a snarl. Not wanting to have our backs to him, we shuffled in a circle right along with him.

“If that’s Gabe, what the heck is his problem?”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say that his “problem” is that he just turned into a friggin’ lion!” I cried.

Gabe lurched forward and swiped at us with his massive paw. The threat of his bone shredding claws sent Keni and I screaming and scurrying up onto the hood of my truck. He paced back and forth in front of us, occasionally darting in for another swipe.

“Alaina said he wouldn’t have any problems!”

“She said he would have to learn to control his lion instincts!” I corrected as I pulled my legs up under me. Gabe lashed out again. “Aahh! And apparently that’s the issue right now!”

“Gabe?” Kendall tried to sound calm despite her shaky voice. “You need to, like, fight this, okay? You’re stronger than this. So just overcome the lion, or whatever!”

He bellowed out a thunderous roar and slammed his shoulder against the side of the truck. The collision nearly dumped us to the ground.

“If you dented my truck, you’re paying to fix it, Fluffy!” Gabe’s argument to the contrary was to viciously swipe at my arm. His claws came so close I could feel air whoosh over my bare skin. I felt it was a valid point.

“What are you doing?” Kendall hissed. “Don’t yell at him!”

“Got it!” I squeaked.

“Can’t you throw an ‘I don’t want to eat my sisters’ emotion at him!?”

“That’s a human emotion! He’s a lion! I don’t think that’s going to help us right now!” I squirmed up my windshield and onto the roof, which dented in under my weight. “Dammit! My truck!”

“Would you please just try? Instead of waiting here for him to kill us?” She begged.

“Fine. It couldn’t hurt.” Gabe lunged at the truck again. His jaws snapped itches from my foot. “But that could.” I whimpered.

Kendall scooted up next to me and cocooned us both in her wings. Cautiously, I reached out for Gabe’s emotions. I was prepared for hunger, bloodlust or some other form of gruesomeness. What I found was amusement. I cocked my head, and narrowed my eyes at the humongous cat. If he really wanted to, he could’ve jumped up here and made dinner out of us. But he hadn’t. There was a very good reason for that.

In a huff I climbed down off my truck. “Gabe Allen Garrett, you suck!”

“What are you doing?!” Kendall huddled under her wings and shielded her eyes from what she assumed would be a tragic bloodbath.

“He’s messing with us, Kendall.”

With the jig up, Gabe sat down on his haunches. His eyes crinkled as his mouth fell open in a menacing, jagged toothed grin.

Kendall peeked over her wing and made the international sound of annoyed teenagers everywhere. “Tsk-uhh.”

“So where’s the Seeker, Mufasa?” I asked with my hands on hips.

Gabe turned his nose up and snorted scornfully in the direction of his altercation. Thinking he had bought us some time, I approached the newly formed Gabe-lion. His appearance was staggering. Even seated he was taller than me. His head was bigger than a beach ball. The dark chocolate colored mane that haloed it was the same color as Gabe’s hair. Somehow that eased my nerves. It showed a visible connection between my brother and the carnivorous cat.

“What does it feel like Gabe? Is it scary?” Kendall asked as she climbed off the truck.

Gabe sprang to his feet and used his entire body to emit a potent, “ROOOWWWWRRR!”

“I think that means he likes it.” I laughed.

Suddenly, the lion’s head whipped to the tree line. He growled as he slunk over to my truck. He looked at me and slammed his paw against the door.

“Easy!” I snapped. I walked over and opened the door for him. “I’m not kidding, Gabe. You mess up my truck and you will fix it.”

He crinkled his muzzle and snarled.

I snarled back.

He sniffed at my pathetic attempt to be intimidating, and then dipped his head down to the floorboard where his duffle bag sat.

“What’s that?” Kendall asked.

He pivoted and held the bag toward me so I could unzip it. “He brought other clothes.” I answered for him. “I take it yours didn’t survive the transformation?”

His shook his head then trotted off into the woods with the bag held in his teeth.

“Wish I would have thought of that.” Kendall said wistfully. “I really liked that shirt.”

I gave her my best sympathetic face, forced as it was. “I know you did, sis. I know.”

A moment later human Gabe jogged out of the trees, his face a stern mask. “We gotta go. I thought I chased the panther away, but I can smell him moving this way. If we don’t want him to follow us home, we need to get some distance now.”

Kendall’s nose crinkled. “Smell him? Gross.”

“Be grossed out later. Right now, be mobile.”

We piled into the truck and sped off toward home. I glanced in the rearview mirror as I steered us out of the parking lot. A chill ran down my spine. From within the shadowed foliage a pair of yellow cat eyes stared back at me.





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