Hot Blooded

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Ray groaned. “What the, Hannon?” he rasped. “Did that slimy thing eat me? Am I in hell?” He cracked his eyes open. “Or have I been here all along?”
“That’s not very optimistic of you, Ray,” I said, a ghost of a smile on my lips. “I’d think a guy like you would have his eyes on the Pearly Gates, thinking he’d done his time for the good guys.”
“I think it’s hell because of the giant-ass spider creeping toward us.” He coughed hard, losing his breath for a moment as he ejected more water. “Spiders that big can only have been created by Satan.”
Danny and I sprang up at the same time. It was stupid to think we would be free and clear on this side of the river. If anything, the worst was yet to come.
“That’s not a bloody spider!” Danny shouted. “It’s a freak of nature. Do you see all those eyes?”
I bent down and snatched Ray under his armpits, pulling him backward as quickly as I could. “Yep, and look, he has friends.” Dozens began to flood out of cracks around us, almost simultaneously, like they’d been summoned, which was likely the case. Danny was right. They weren’t spiders; they were some kind of scorpion spider mix. They were totally black, had eight legs, huge glossy spider eyes, thick, coarse hair, and a killer spiny tail that curled above their backs loaded with barbs as thick as my fingers.
They were as big as lobsters.
“They look venomous as hell,” I said, glancing down the ledge, but Tyler and Naomi were nowhere to be seen. “We have to get out of here. If Ray gets stung, it’s all over, and I didn’t just fight a baby Naiad for him to die from a spider bite now. Where are Naomi and Tyler?” I whipped my head around. “She has to get Ray out of here and we have to jump.”
Instead of Naomi, there was a whoosh and Eamon landed in front of us, right as Tyler came bounding around the far corner into view. It seemed the ledge curved around the mountain. Tyler was within inches of one of the killer arachnids. It rattled and scurried back and forth. “Tyler, hold still!” I yelled. He froze instantly. I took a breath in, wondering why we couldn’t scent the bugs. I smelled only rocks. “Eamon,” I said, “where’s your sister?” He glanced at the bugs impassively and didn’t answer. “Eamon! If you’re here, you might as well help us. You can get Ray out of here.” I started guiding Ray toward him.
He turned. “I will not handle the human. I care not if he survives.”
“Then why are you here?” I stopped midstride. “Just so you can be unhelpful?” He stood between us and the Scorpers. I had no idea what they were called, so I was giving them the name they deserved. I was willing to give Eamon a smidgen of time to answer the question since he was in between us and the bugs. I glanced over my shoulder at Danny. “Is there someplace to go behind you?” I started shuffling backward, holding on to Ray, who was still coughing intermittently.
“They’re not interested in me,” Tyler called from across the ledge. “They’re focused on you. I’m going to climb higher and see if I can make a rock slide to knock them off.”
“To answer your question, I came back,” Eamon snapped, “because I still owe you a debt for saving my sister’s life, and after helping you get rid of these”—he gestured to the Scorpers—“I will consider my duties repaid in full.”
“Fine. Fulfill your debt by getting these things off of here and we’re good.” My back was pressed up against the side of the mountain. Danny stood behind me. The ledge had narrowed down to no place left to go. “Where is your sister?”
“I am here,” Naomi said as she landed gracefully in front of us, just behind her brother. “We are very close to Selene’s lair. This seems to be her last big defense. There was nothing else I could see, but my sensing skills are not as strong as yours.” She looked accusingly at her brother’s back. He hadn’t moved an inch.
“Naomi, I need you to take Ray out of here. Preferably not close to any water. We can’t take him any farther. Maybe put him up a tree so he can live for more than a few minutes while we tackle the angry Goddess.”
“I’m not a monkey, Hannon,” Ray half sputtered, half coughed. “I don’t want to be left in a goddamn tree!”
“I will take him and deposit him safely,” Naomi agreed. She reached for him and he stumbled back against me. She scolded Ray with a finger wag and glanced at me. “I will take him and then come back for you.” Her eyes narrowed, begging me to argue.
I wasn’t going to argue. Now that she had pledged herself to me, I had to trust her or our bond was worthless.
“I’m not going with you.” Ray shrank back even more. “I can take care of myself just fine. Leave me be.”
“Ray, you have no choice.” I pushed him outward. “If one of these suckers stings you, there’s no waking up again. That can’t be your choice. Not after all this.”
Before Ray could answer, Naomi locked on to him. His scream rent the air as she bolted upward. I chuckled, thinking about how pissed he was going to be when we picked him up. Then I turned my focus on Eamon, who had become a blur of movement as he swept the Scorpers closest to us off the ledge in big arcs toward the riverbed, kicking them with his legs. I heard one of them plunk into the water. Scorpers and Naiads? You couldn’t pay me to go swimming again. There was no guarantee Eamon wouldn’t get stung, which was why we weren’t joining him, but his persnickety demeanor was likely helping him—either that, or he was familiar with these, another of Selene’s pets, and he wasn’t letting on how much he knew.
That would be a better guess.
“They keep oozing out of the cracks,” Danny muttered next to me. “It doesn’t matter how fast he can sweep them away. We’ll have to cover the openings.”
There was a loud grating noise and several rocks rained down above us. “It appears Tyler’s already on it,” I commented.
Tyler shouted from above, “Get out of the way! I’m going to plug the holes.”
We glanced up in time to see him shove a large boulder over the side. It crashed down the hill, jumping and bouncing along the wall, shifting rocks loose as it went. I pressed my back as far as I could against the mountain as rocks poured down on our heads. The boulder had triggered a small avalanche and then it slammed onto the ledge where we stood. The entire platform sheared off, tossing us forward. I spun in midair, trying in vain to dig my nails into the cliff face, my claws ripping out of my fingertips to help me latch on.
It was too late.
My wolf howled in my mind as my body fell forward, tumbling into the rock slide.
“Jessica,” Danny yelled. “Hold on!”
To what? I crashed down hard, joining the melee of rocks and boulders, tumbling head over ass. There was nothing to hold on to. The sharp stones bashed into me at every turn. I just prayed my body didn’t get jammed under the big boulder. If it crushed my neck, it would be all over. My wolf snarled and barked in my mind. Nothing we can do; just hold on. My muscles hardened together as adrenaline rushed through me, my body needing the natural protection of my Lycan form. I took it greedily, fortifying myself as best I could as I continued to tumble down the embankment. Once I leveled out, I threw my arms to the sides and clawed the earth to slow my final decent. The tumble felt like it lasted an eternity. I hadn’t realized we had climbed that high.
I slid to a stop among a heap of rocks and debris, only a few feet from the river. Fuck. I spit dust and pebbles out of my mouth. My face was bloody and my hair was matted around my shoulders and I was covered with gravel. “Jesus,” I muttered. “Great idea, Tyler. Let’s bring the mountain down on top of us. It’s the perfect way to get rid of the Scorpers.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard a rattling noise.
It was close.
I lifted my head slowly. Was it too much to ask that they’d all be crushed to death? I spotted four of them creeping over the mess of boulders, only ten feet from my face. They appeared to be completely unharmed. My wolf snapped her jaws at me to get up and get moving. No argument there. I jumped to my feet and took a tentative step backward. My body was bruised and dried blood caked my arms. I was regenerating, but it would take a minute.
The water splashed behind me.
I whipped my head around and there were so many Naiads disturbing the surface it looked like a breeding ground for angry eels. Their seaweed tresses danced back and forth in a jumble of mossy green. I’d already done the Naiad thing; there would be no repeat performance.
Naiads behind, Scorpers in front.
Channeling my wolf, I showed my teeth and snarled toward the stream. “Do not fuck with me. Do you hear me!” I yelled to the rippling water. “You will not like what you find.”
“Hold on,” Danny said from somewhere close. My gazed landed to my left on a group of small river birch nestled right next to the stream. Danny rolled out of a pile of rocks. He sat up and brushed himself off. “That was quite a ride, wasn’t it? Wasn’t expecting that—”
“Danny, look out!” I yelled right as a green blur darted from the water.
I leapt into the air.
The Naiad had shot out of the water quickly, but I tracked it as I moved. In my Lycan form, I was just as fast. Its long arms reached for Danny, its body already shriveling out of its environment. I screamed as we collided. Danny rolled out of the way. The Naiad’s horrid face met mine, its eyes putrid in their moldy sliminess. The thing barely weighed anything. My canines were down, my claws slid into the soft, squishy flesh of its shoulders, poking though the other side.
I had to stifle a wave of nausea as we hit the ground. It struggled beneath me, its gaping mouth snapping its rows of sharp teeth open and closed, its tongue like a giant green worm wiggling back and forth.
I snarled through my raspy throat. “If you tell your people to back off, I will let you go. We don’t mean to harm you, but I will do what is necessary.”