Loki's Wolves - Armstrong Kelley L. - Страница 48
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The problem was that he’d given her the You’re a girl—we must protect youline so many times that when there was real danger, like now, she might not believe him. It was like the little boy who cried wolf—he glanced back to see the two big canines almost at his heels now—or wolves.
Go through the door, Laurie. Please just go through the door.
Ahead he could see the clearing. And in the middle of it, a shimmering circle of color—the door. There was someone standing outside of it. A figure barely distinguishable through the last veil of fog.
“Laurie!” Matt shouted. “Jump through—”
“It’s me!” Baldwin called. “I stayed to help fight in case this thing closes—” He looked behind them, and his eyes rounded. “Whoa!”
Matt couldn’t help chuckling as he ran. “Go through. We’re right behind you.”
Baldwin waited until they were there. Then, with Fen, they dove through together. They hit the other side, tumbling together, Matt catching a claw scrape across his arm, Fen letting out a grunt as Baldwin’s foot connected with his stomach. They lay there for a second, catching their breath, until Matt heard Laurie say, “Um, guys…” He looked up to see the door gone. And in its place? Two very confused wolves were sitting in Baldwin’s backyard.
“How do you like thattrick?” Laurie said to the wolves. “Maybe I can’t change into a big, hairy monster, but you have to admit, that is cool. And useful.”
The wolves started, as if just realizing they weren’t alone. They looked from face to face. One bolted, racing across the yard and vaulting the back fence. The other growled, fur rising, head down. But after another sweep of the seven faces in front of him, he turned tail, too.
“Grab him!” Matt shouted as he launched himself onto the wolf’s back.
Baldwin let out a whoop and grabbed the wolf by the tail. The wolf spun and dislodged Matt, but he grabbed a handful of fur with one hand. Then Matt twisted and clocked the wolf on the top of the muzzle. It was a trick his dad taught him for dealing with strays or coyotes. The wolf let out a yelp of pain. With both hands holding on now, Matt dropped over the wolf’s side and yanked the beast down. It didn’t stay down, but after some wrestling—with help from Baldwin—Matt got the wolf pinned. Then Baldwin sat on it, grinning like a big-game hunter. Astrid laughed. Even Ray and Reyna smiled at the sight.
Fen walked from behind the shed. He was in human form and shaking his head.
“Yes, I know,” Matt said. “I keep attacking things that can kill me. It is kinda fun, though.”
Baldwin grinned. “See, I’m not crazy.”
“Yeah, you are,” Fen said. “Thorsen’s just the same kind of crazy. I guess we should be happy you two didn’t try taking on the whole Raider camp yourselves.”
“We were working on it,” Baldwin said. “But you totally ruined our fun. Spoilsport.”
Fen rolled his eyes. Then he pointed at the wolf. “What’s with the captive?”
Matt looked at the captive Raider, and when he did, he felt like letting out a whoop of his own. He didn’t, of course. That wasn’t very leaderlike. But he still felt that whoop deep in his gut. The sweet thrill of success.
We did it. We got the shield. We got the descendants. We’re close to getting Odin, and he’ll help us with the rest. We did it, and I led the charge, and I didn’t screw things up. I made mistakes, but I learned from them.
I can do this. I really can do this.
“Hey, Thorsen,” Fen said. “I asked you a question. What’s with the captive?”
Matt smiled. “I want to question him.”
“Question him? What are you? A cop? Oh, wait…” He gave a disgusted snort and walked over to the wolf. “What do you expect him to tell you?”
“Everything he can. What the Raiders’ plans are. Why they wanted the shield. Why they wanted me. Why they want Ragnarok to happen.” Matt paused and stared at Fen. “Most of all, who they’re taking orders from.”
“Orders?” Fen said. “The Raiders don’t take orders from anyone.”
“I think they are. Skull said something about taking me to meet someone.”
Fen shrugged. “Other Raiders, I guess. There are more of them. Packs.”
Astrid stepped forward. “I think Fen’s right. From what Odin told me, the Raiders are on their own here. They’re representing Loki in the final battle. Loki was in charge of the monsters. No one madehim do anything.”
“On second thought,” Fen said, “Thorsen might have a point. Skull’s a good Raider leader. But leader of all the monsters going into Ragnarok? No way.”
Astrid turned on him. “You can’t give it up, can you? I say something, and you disagree. I agree with you, and you change your mind. I could say the sky was blue, and you’d insist it was purple.”
“No, it’s not.” Fen pointed up at the night. “It’s black.”
Astrid went to stalk away, and Matt started leaping off the wolf to go after her, but Laurie motioned for him to stop.
She grabbed Astrid’s arm. “We need to work together. I agree that we should question the Raider. I have no idea if there’s some big, bad puppet master pulling the strings, but even if there isn’t, this guy can tell us something useful. I’m sure he can.”
Baldwin nodded. “I agree. So how are we going to do this?”
TWENTY-THREE
FEN
“THINGS FALL APART”
The Raider, Paul, had turned back into a human shape, and Matt had dragged him over to Baldwin’s shed. Fen and Matt stood staring down at the Raider. Behind the prisoner, Baldwin dug around in a big cardboard box, muttering as he did so.
Matt asked a bunch of questions—all of which Paul completely refused to answer—while Fen assumed the job of enforcer: he knocked Paul back to the ground every time he tried to get up and escape.
Although he’d been raised around fights and harsh discipline, Fen felt horrible all the same. At least Laurie wasn’t at the shed to see him like this. He hadn’t even hurt Paul, just kept him from escaping, but Fen knew that Matt was too much of good guy to beat answers out of anyone. Not that Fen was bad. He just wasn’t as good as Matt. Plus, there was a pack order here; whether anyone admitted it or not, Fen knew that Matt was in charge. So Fen stood silently and waited for Matt to decide what they needed to do.
“Aha!” Baldwin blurted.
Fen glanced at him and shook his head. At least Baldwin wasn’t freaked out by the whole capture-the-enemy thing. He’d tugged out a dingy shirt with straps on it and was untangling it from a string of Christmas lights.
“It’s a straitjacket,” Baldwin said in reply to Fen’s glance.
All the while, Matt kept talking, asking about the Raiders’ plans, their travels, where Mjolnir was, and why the Raiders wanted the shield. It was a waste of time; Raiders didn’t betray their packs. Fen knew that, and he respected it. If the situation had been reversed, if it had been Matt or Fen taken captive, Fen was positive they wouldn’t talk, either.
“He’s not going to talk,” Fen said quietly. “Skull and Hattie will kill him if he does.”
“We won’t let them,” Matt insisted. He turned to Paul and added, “You tell us, and we’ll protect you.”
Paul snorted and made a rude gesture.
“Here.” Baldwin held up the straitjacket thing in one hand. He looked utterly unabashed as he announced, “I went through a Houdini phase. This is an escape-proof jacket.” In his other hand he had a roll of duct tape. “And this will keep him from yelling. My parents aren’t back till tomorrow, but if the neighbors heard yelling out here, they might call my mom.”
“I’m… not sure…” Matt began.
“Let him sit out here and think about it,” Fen suggested. “We can go in, eat, and try to reason with him later.”
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