The Were Chronicles: Silver and Shadows

n's

osed to be he

to pick it, and the west wing's security camera has been blinking red since orientation. Abandoned sci

rusted cabinet doors and shattered tiles. Cobwebs dangle from cracked ceiling panels

nd the enormous two-way glass that used to separate students from dangerous projects. Now it just

when I

scratch, and I auto

no, there it is again. A scrape and scratch, and a wet

lashlight clicks off, pul

d starts with the feeling of cla

pine goe

irs in the shadows, so I manage to

s t

any kind of animal that should be

ed to standing. Fur, if you could call it that, shimmers like polished obsidian

ng, and intel

n't

l scream, and that cou

it's curious, not angry or even aggress

e comes fro

t are too hea

flashlight at a tall figure e

and dry. "Easy. Are you plan

dark brows drawn tight over sharp eyes

nk. "

cing at the wolf-thing behind the gla

kidd

ff his jacket. "Wren Alden, right? You

uld

tel

s. And both our heads snap

ing a shockwave of glass and cold air bursting into the room. I hit t

d a desk just before something huge sla

upright and

wo

more th

half-bared bone, jaw set in a permanent gri

steps forward, hand rais

, like you'd ta

n it vanishes the next seco

y dissolves or melts into black smoke th

ust lik

conds, and I hit the ground with a gr

croak. "Wh

dark and unreadable. "Someth

s. The claw marks gouged into the floor

te," I

it cross-legged on my bed with the envelope in my lap. The same one I fo

row it away,

ough three different towns. It could have been

ow it's

e edges, like moonlight leaking through. Bu

rs, I feel something strange

hun

ios

gnit

– Three

ight shifts at a gas station with no plans and no future. Just enough smar

middle of a thunderstorm

a crescent moon and some kind o

lf-expecting glitter b

tead, i

ren

ed to Silverg

e of rare lineage an

board have alre

t's twin bend and cross where the s

just a handwritten "L

ope" the next minute, and tucked it a

t of curiosity, and unt

name. But I remember how calm he was when the thing brok

d to this place. And if he's real, the

he letter, which I fold ag

school. It's a door, and I thin