The Rising
Page 24
“You need to stop,” Ash hissed. “Reverse it.”
“I’m trying.” My voice was harsh, guttural as my vocal cords began to change. “But once it starts . . .”
He swore and looked around. I saw a parking garage across the road.
“There,” I said, pointing, my fingers curving under.
I moved as fast as I could, but my hips were changing, too, legs bowing. Ash hauled me into the parking garage. I made it around the first corner, then staggered to a shadowy gap between two SUVs.
“Good,” he said. “Get in there. I’ll stand guard.”
He pushed me. My legs gave way and I crashed down.
“Shit!” He swooped down to grab me. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
I waved for him to move away.
“Do you need anything? Can I do anything?”
Just get out of the way so I can get my clothing off before I pass out. That was too much for my vocal cords to manage, so I just shook my head and waved him back again.
Thankfully, I seemed to be getting more lead time before the passing-out part, and I managed to get mostly undressed before I hit the ground.
I recovered better, too, not lying there, dazed and wondering what hit me. I stood and stretched, letting out a snarling yawn. Ash spun from his spot guarding the gap. He stared at me.
“Maya?”
Who else? I would have said, if I could, but I knew he wasn’t questioning whether it was me, but whether it was really “me” or was I subsumed by the cat, which might lunge and sink its fangs into his neck at any moment.
I chuffed.
“Okay,” he said, still gaping. “So that’s . . . you look like a mountain lion. I mean, obviously, but I wasn’t sure if we’d look like real mountain lions or some kind of monster. Definitely a cat.”
I stretched, head down, front paws out, hindquarters in the air. My tail flicked against one of the SUVs with a thump.
“You’re bigger than I expected,” he said.
I shot out the claws on my extended front paws.
He chuckled. “Nice.”
I retracted my claws and settled on the pavement, head on my front paws.
“Yeah, I guess that’s about all we can do.” He lowered himself. “Sit and wait for you to shift back.”
I chuffed. And so we waited. It could take awhile, but we were tucked back deep enough that cars passed without their drivers catching sight of us.
Then, “You! What’re you doing there?”
Loafers slapped the pavement, the daintier click of high heels hurrying to catch up. Ash got to his feet and leaned out.
“Yes, you,” the man’s voice said. “Between the cars. What the hell are you doing?”
“Parking,” Ash said.
“Right. Your car? Or one you jacked?”
“Bill,” a woman’s voice murmured, cutting him off. “Don’t.”
The man grumbled. “You just better hope it wasn’t my truck you were breaking into, boy.”
“This yours here?”
Ash thumped the SUV on the right. It was a light thump, just enough to let me know that I needed to get under the other vehicle. But the guy shouted, as if Ash had bashed it with a sledgehammer.
“Bill!”
There was no time to crawl under either SUV. The man was right there. Ash blocked, but he wasn’t nearly large enough to hide the tawny big cat crouched on the dark pavement.
“Jesus!” the man said. “It’s a cougar.”
“It’s okay,” Ash said quickly. “She’s just scared. I was getting a better look—making sure she wasn’t hurt. She’s fine, and if we all just leave her alone, she’ll find her way out.”
“Find her way out?” the woman exclaimed. “That’s—that’s a cougar. In the city. Bill! Get back from there.” She pulled out her phone. “I’m calling 911.”
“No, wait,” her husband cut in before Ash could. “Get a picture first. Hold on. I’ll get closer. I want to be in it.”
“Bill! It’s a cougar!”
“Stop shrieking. It’s an overgrown cat.”
Ash froze, torn between stopping him and stopping the woman from calling the police. The man brushed past him. I swallowed a growl and forced myself to stay perfectly still. If he wanted an overgrown cat, that’s what I’d be. Let him get his photo. Convince his wife I wasn’t a threat. I hoped Ash could persuade them to leave afterward.
“See, Sue? Just a big kitty. You’re a pretty kitty, aren’t you? A big, pretty kitty cat.” He kept inching forward. “Get the camera ready, Sue.”
Every instinct told me to run. Cat instincts. Wild animal instincts. But I was still human. I didn’t need to surrender to those. So I slitted my eyes and forced myself to stay still while this idiot approached a 120-pound cougar with his hand out, ready to scratch it behind the ears.
Wild animal attacks on humans are rare, but of all the predators in Canada, the cougar may be the one most likely to do it. Obviously, this guy never got the memo. After this, he’d probably be going to zoos, climbing the enclosure, saying, “Here, watch this. . . .” Famous last words, as yet another unfit human is removed from the gene pool.
His wife had gone silent, clutching her phone as she watched. Ash’s chin bobbed, nodding encouragement to me. Just get through this. Let him pat me. Let him get his damned photo and leave.
“Nice kitty,” he said. “Such a nice kitty. Sue? Are you ready?”
His wife hesitated, then lifted the phone for a picture. He glanced back at her.
“Good. We’re going to get the photo of a lifetime. Bill Wilson taking down a cougar bare-handed.”
“Wh-what?” Ash said.
The man lunged. He tried to grab me in a choke hold. I twisted out of his grip. Panic shot through me like wildfire, consuming all thought.
I was cornered. I had to fight back. Attack the threat. End the threat. Eliminate the threat.
When he came at me again, I felt my back legs bunching. Heard myself snarl. Felt my lips curl back, fangs flashing. It was like I was outside my body, watching it prepare for attack. Prepare for the kill.
“Bill, stop!” The woman’s shrill voice knifed through my skull.
“No way. I’ll teach this mangy cat to respect humans—”
Ash grabbed the guy by the jacket and yanked him so hard he stumbled. But he wrenched free and came at me again. That split-second interruption was all it took for my human brain to snap back to life and when he rushed me, I took a swipe at him. It was a good swipe—with a paw the size of a lunch plate—but my claws were retracted and I didn’t plan to make contact. Still, it was enough. He saw that swat coming and he jumped back. Ash caught him by the collar and heaved him out of the way as I squeezed under the SUV.
“I’m trying.” My voice was harsh, guttural as my vocal cords began to change. “But once it starts . . .”
He swore and looked around. I saw a parking garage across the road.
“There,” I said, pointing, my fingers curving under.
I moved as fast as I could, but my hips were changing, too, legs bowing. Ash hauled me into the parking garage. I made it around the first corner, then staggered to a shadowy gap between two SUVs.
“Good,” he said. “Get in there. I’ll stand guard.”
He pushed me. My legs gave way and I crashed down.
“Shit!” He swooped down to grab me. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
I waved for him to move away.
“Do you need anything? Can I do anything?”
Just get out of the way so I can get my clothing off before I pass out. That was too much for my vocal cords to manage, so I just shook my head and waved him back again.
Thankfully, I seemed to be getting more lead time before the passing-out part, and I managed to get mostly undressed before I hit the ground.
I recovered better, too, not lying there, dazed and wondering what hit me. I stood and stretched, letting out a snarling yawn. Ash spun from his spot guarding the gap. He stared at me.
“Maya?”
Who else? I would have said, if I could, but I knew he wasn’t questioning whether it was me, but whether it was really “me” or was I subsumed by the cat, which might lunge and sink its fangs into his neck at any moment.
I chuffed.
“Okay,” he said, still gaping. “So that’s . . . you look like a mountain lion. I mean, obviously, but I wasn’t sure if we’d look like real mountain lions or some kind of monster. Definitely a cat.”
I stretched, head down, front paws out, hindquarters in the air. My tail flicked against one of the SUVs with a thump.
“You’re bigger than I expected,” he said.
I shot out the claws on my extended front paws.
He chuckled. “Nice.”
I retracted my claws and settled on the pavement, head on my front paws.
“Yeah, I guess that’s about all we can do.” He lowered himself. “Sit and wait for you to shift back.”
I chuffed. And so we waited. It could take awhile, but we were tucked back deep enough that cars passed without their drivers catching sight of us.
Then, “You! What’re you doing there?”
Loafers slapped the pavement, the daintier click of high heels hurrying to catch up. Ash got to his feet and leaned out.
“Yes, you,” the man’s voice said. “Between the cars. What the hell are you doing?”
“Parking,” Ash said.
“Right. Your car? Or one you jacked?”
“Bill,” a woman’s voice murmured, cutting him off. “Don’t.”
The man grumbled. “You just better hope it wasn’t my truck you were breaking into, boy.”
“This yours here?”
Ash thumped the SUV on the right. It was a light thump, just enough to let me know that I needed to get under the other vehicle. But the guy shouted, as if Ash had bashed it with a sledgehammer.
“Bill!”
There was no time to crawl under either SUV. The man was right there. Ash blocked, but he wasn’t nearly large enough to hide the tawny big cat crouched on the dark pavement.
“Jesus!” the man said. “It’s a cougar.”
“It’s okay,” Ash said quickly. “She’s just scared. I was getting a better look—making sure she wasn’t hurt. She’s fine, and if we all just leave her alone, she’ll find her way out.”
“Find her way out?” the woman exclaimed. “That’s—that’s a cougar. In the city. Bill! Get back from there.” She pulled out her phone. “I’m calling 911.”
“No, wait,” her husband cut in before Ash could. “Get a picture first. Hold on. I’ll get closer. I want to be in it.”
“Bill! It’s a cougar!”
“Stop shrieking. It’s an overgrown cat.”
Ash froze, torn between stopping him and stopping the woman from calling the police. The man brushed past him. I swallowed a growl and forced myself to stay perfectly still. If he wanted an overgrown cat, that’s what I’d be. Let him get his photo. Convince his wife I wasn’t a threat. I hoped Ash could persuade them to leave afterward.
“See, Sue? Just a big kitty. You’re a pretty kitty, aren’t you? A big, pretty kitty cat.” He kept inching forward. “Get the camera ready, Sue.”
Every instinct told me to run. Cat instincts. Wild animal instincts. But I was still human. I didn’t need to surrender to those. So I slitted my eyes and forced myself to stay still while this idiot approached a 120-pound cougar with his hand out, ready to scratch it behind the ears.
Wild animal attacks on humans are rare, but of all the predators in Canada, the cougar may be the one most likely to do it. Obviously, this guy never got the memo. After this, he’d probably be going to zoos, climbing the enclosure, saying, “Here, watch this. . . .” Famous last words, as yet another unfit human is removed from the gene pool.
His wife had gone silent, clutching her phone as she watched. Ash’s chin bobbed, nodding encouragement to me. Just get through this. Let him pat me. Let him get his damned photo and leave.
“Nice kitty,” he said. “Such a nice kitty. Sue? Are you ready?”
His wife hesitated, then lifted the phone for a picture. He glanced back at her.
“Good. We’re going to get the photo of a lifetime. Bill Wilson taking down a cougar bare-handed.”
“Wh-what?” Ash said.
The man lunged. He tried to grab me in a choke hold. I twisted out of his grip. Panic shot through me like wildfire, consuming all thought.
I was cornered. I had to fight back. Attack the threat. End the threat. Eliminate the threat.
When he came at me again, I felt my back legs bunching. Heard myself snarl. Felt my lips curl back, fangs flashing. It was like I was outside my body, watching it prepare for attack. Prepare for the kill.
“Bill, stop!” The woman’s shrill voice knifed through my skull.
“No way. I’ll teach this mangy cat to respect humans—”
Ash grabbed the guy by the jacket and yanked him so hard he stumbled. But he wrenched free and came at me again. That split-second interruption was all it took for my human brain to snap back to life and when he rushed me, I took a swipe at him. It was a good swipe—with a paw the size of a lunch plate—but my claws were retracted and I didn’t plan to make contact. Still, it was enough. He saw that swat coming and he jumped back. Ash caught him by the collar and heaved him out of the way as I squeezed under the SUV.
