Page 71 of Cruel Revenge
A second witch walked in, sighing.
“Thankfully, this room is soundproof enough for the werewolves and werecat, but we weren’t supposed to be here all night with four of these moon cursed monsters.”
Carey snarled at those words.
Four? There are four of us here?
The second witch looked in her direction and shook his head.
“Just let them work the energy out. We can’t safely drug them until they are fully awake, and they’ll be freshly up, so they’ll be able to fight it better. Don’t want to waste the spell components. Maybe we’ll even get that one to sleep soon.” He pointed at her, and she growled again in response.
Then another whimper, and she turned toward it, the top of the cage they were standing next to.
She saw Benjamin’s head lift up over the boxes between them.
Oh, no. Not Benjamin. Wait. If they got the werewolves from the restaurant, there should be five of us here. Me, Benjamin, Arlo, Stacy, and Kody. Who got away? Was someone able to get away and tell the pack what happened?
Benjamin turned toward her, rubbing his face and head as if they hurt. She smelled deeply as he breathed in her direction, gasping when he saw her. She recognized which of the werewolf scents was his now.
She tried to jump a little, to be excited to see him awake, even if she felt the opposite. She hated that he was here. He was too sweet for this. This was too dangerous for Benjamin.
After the witches decided to give us more space again, Benjamin’s face turned confused.
“Am I going crazy? Carey? Why do you smell like Carey?”
She nodded, and his eyes went wide.
It’s me! Damn, I should try to be human again, but I don’t even know how to start that process… and I’m not sure I want to yet.
“Holy shit,” he breathed out. “You’re a werecat now. Oh, no. What happened? I mean… Can you be human? We need to talk.”
Carey huffed and sat down, not liking that.
“This is your first Change, isn’t it?” Benjamin, a sweet guy, was also a smart one. Carey was grateful for that. “Look, youneed to focus on your human form. Remember it. Remember hands, fingers, feet, and toes. Remember… your teeth fitting in your mouth.”
Carey tried to chuckle. It was more of a chuffing noise. Benjamin smiled, nodding.
“Think of those things.” Benjamin looked around and glared at the witch near the door, who had come to see him wake up. Carey began wondering why, but it was quickly answered.
“Hey, can you at least bring her a blanket or her clothes?” Benjamin said, puffing up. Carey could smell his anger, his indignation for her, because he remembered something she hadn’t.
Oh, right. Another reason to stay as a werecat.
“Benjamin? Why are you yellin’?” someone mumbled.
“Arlo!” Benjamin startled, looking in the direction of Arlo’s voice. “Arlo, we’re in cages! Carey is here, and she’s a werecat, and…” Benjamin trailed off. Carey saw him pale. She could smell so much in just his scent now and didn’t know what any of it meant.
What’s wrong, Benjamin?
“Fuck,” Arlo groaned. Then louder, an exclamation as he must have opened his eyes and seen where they were. “Fuck!”
“You’re near another cage over there. Is that Kody?” Benjamin called out, his voice shaky.
Carey saw his eyes well up before looking at the witch, who seemed unmoved by any of the talking. She was worried he would come over and try to silence them, but he didn’t move. He didn’t even look in any of their directions.
“Yeah,” Arlo said, still coming to, but his anger was noticeable in his voice. “Kody is still out. What the fuck do you mean Carey is a werecat… Fuck, never mind, I can smell her.” Arlo growled. “Where the hell is Stacy? Is she in here, too?”
“No,” Benjamin said softly. “She’s dead.”
