"I'll take you back to Appleby," he says stiffly, rising to his feet. "Follow me."

Thank goodness. He's taking this better than I thought he might. Last thing I need is for him to go all psycho on me.

Especially when I'm feeling like such c.r.a.p and have no idea where I am.

So we head back out into the woods, down a narrow trail, and around a bend. I'm glad I have a guide-the landscape looks totally different in the daylight and I'd probably get forever lost in these twisty woods.

We walk and walk. For some reason it seems to be taking a lot longer to get back than I remember it taking to get there in the first place. And I really don't remember going up a steep hill. . .

"Uh, Orpheus?" I question as the woods fall away and I realize we're climbing up what appears to be some sort of mountain. The wind whips through my hair and suddenly I'm freezing cold. I should have worn a jacket at least. "Where are we going? This isn't the way back to Appleby, is it?"

"Shortcut," he explains.

Hmm. "Shortcut?" I repeat. "Up a mountain?"

"Well, long cut, actually," he confesses. "I wanted to show you something before we go back."

Argh. How annoying. The last thing I want right now is a guided tour of jolly old England. My body is aching and my head is pounding. All I want to do is crash in my warm, soft hotel bed. To find Jareth and apologize and beg him to reconsider his decision to leave me.

"No offense, Orph. I'm sure what you want to show me is way cool and all, but actually, I'm beat," I attempt. "Maybe I could come see it another time." Or, like, never. Never would be good.

"It's just a few more yards away," Orpheus says. "Then we can head back to Appleby. I promise it's worth it."

"Fine." I trudge a little higher. I mean, what choice do I have? I've not a clue where I am and so I'm dependent on him leading me back. Why, oh, why did I put myself in this situation to begin with?

"Here we are!" Orpheus calls down, way ahead of me at this point. Thank G.o.d, I don't have to walk anymore. I may be a vampire, but that doesn't give me the lung capacity of a killer whale by any stretch of the imagination. Especially after a night of dancing.

I walk up to where he's standing and see we've come to a small ledge that leads into a cave, cut into the hillside. I peer in.

It's bigger on the inside than I imagined it to be. I can't even see the back wall. I take a step in, checking out the cave paintings on the wall. The overwhelming theme is dogs hunting stuff. Weird. Though I guess I should be grateful they aren't playing poker. I wonder if this place once housed cavemen or something. Though the paintings don't really look that old. And I doubt they had fluorescent orange paint back in prehistoric days.

"What is this place?" I ask.

"It's where I live," Orpheus says with a smile. "Do you like it?"

Huh? I turn to look at him, confused. "Where you live? You're joking, right? I mean, you can't live here."

"Why not? The cave has everything I need." He twirls around, hands out to accentuate the everything, which from my vantage point is not much more than four walls, tacky artwork, and a mound of dirt. "Shelter, a nearby stream, protection. It's perfect."

Wow, I had no idea the guy I'd partied with was a Goth Grizzly Adams. Very, uh, weird.

"All it needs is a family," Orpheus adds, sounding a bit wistful.

I stare at him, suddenly getting that creepy feeling inside again. "I'd like to go home now," I say, putting my foot down.

"Please show me the way."

Orpheus shakes his head. "I'm afraid that's impossible."

Fear strikes through my heart. "What? Why?" Oh my G.o.d, oh my G.o.d. What have I gotten myself into now?

"Because, my darling," he says with a twisted smile. "You are the chosen one. The alpha female worthy to become my mate."

21

"Your what?" I cry, horrified, disgusted, and freaked out beyond belief. "What the h.e.l.l are you talking about, dude?"

But it's really a rhetorical question at this point. The cave, the mate thing, the dog paintings. I'm adding up two plus two here and even math-challenged me ain't getting five.

I try to back out of the cave, but Orpheus blocks my exit, moving faster than my eyes can follow. It's then that I notice the tufts of hair peeking from his sleeves. His black painted fingernails lengthening into claws.

"You're Lone Wolf," I whisper. "The renegade Lycan who infected the Oakridge High cheerleaders. I thought you were a jock."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm a shape-s.h.i.+fter. I can take on any human form I choose." He smiles smugly, all while his face elongates before my very eyes. Whiskers sprout from his previously clean-shaven skin. Fangs protrude from his mouth. Eyes narrow and brighten to a brilliant yellow. I can't believe he's shape-s.h.i.+fting right here, right now. I watch, too fascinated and horrified to turn away.

"I left the Order a few months ago," Orpheus explains. "I was sick to death of taking orders from that b.a.s.t.a.r.d wolf Lupine. I felt it would be best to start my own pack. Find my-self some b.i.t.c.hes and start mating. I will be the grand sire of this new, elite pack. And have many wolves under my command."

"Dude, I've heard of some crazy ways to pick up chicks in my day, but let me tell you, I think in this day and age most of us would prefer-"

"Silence!" he growls. "You will speak when spoken to, female."

I bolt toward the cave entrance, but again, he's too fast. This time he grabs me by the shoulders and pins me against the cave wall. I cry out in pain as my back slams against solid rock. Orpheus's face is inches from mine and he's ninety percent wolf now, though still standing on his hind legs and wearing clothing. He growls at me, saliva dripping down his fanged mouth. I start to scream for help.

He laughs, but it sounds more like a howl. "Yell all you want," he says. "We're far away from any towns."

I close my mouth. He's right, of course. Right now I might as well be in outer s.p.a.ce. Either way, no one can hear me scream.

"What do you want from me?" I demand, trying to keep up the tough-girl act. Isn't that what you're supposed to do with snarling dogs? Show them you're not afraid, even if you very, very much are afraid?

"I told you," he says, claws digging into my shoulders, "I want you as my alpha b.i.t.c.h. The other American girls I turned, they proved . . . not worthy. Not like you. You're so fair. So ..." He leans his nose into my neck and breathes in.". . . so smelly."

Smelly? Uh, right. d.a.m.n, I forgot to suppress my vampire scent before I went out. Stupid, Rayne, really stupid.

"Look, man-er, wolf," I say. "You're barking up the wrong skirt, here. I'm a vampire. I can't exactly become a werewolf, too."

"I don't believe you. If you were a vampire you could easily overtake me. Everyone knows vampires are much more powerful than us dogs."

"Well, I . . . I. . ." Sigh. Did I mention how much it sucks to be a gimped vampire with no powers? And why, oh why, didn't I pack a pistol full of silver bullets before I left the hotel this evening? "I might overpower you at any second!" I bluff. "So you'd better let me go now while there's still a chance. I'll take it easy on you."

It's then that I remember I do have one vampire power. I can send telepathic cries for help to other vampires. Maybe if I send strongly enough Jareth will be able to hear me. Hope-fully he's not too mad at me to not at least come to my rescue.

I reach inside myself and pull together as much power and energy as possible, then send out the loudest mental scream for help I can muster. I'm not exactly sure what to say, but I give as much info as I can. Hopefully it will be enough for him to find me.

While I'm yelling my head off on the inside, Orpheus proceeds to tie me up on the outside, binding my hands and feet with a length of rope. Then he sits me down in front of the cave and gathers wood for a fire. "I've killed us a nice rabbit, my darling," he says, after sparking the blaze. He reaches into a wooden box and pulls out the most foul, rotting creature I've ever seen. "I'll roast it for us." He stokes the fire, only managing to produce more smoke. I cough in protest. But that's nothing to what I'm going to feel when he force-feeds me last week's Thumper.

I try to send out another cry for help-I mean, what else can I do? This time I describe Orpheus, too. Maybe Jareth can ask the other Lycans about him. Maybe they know where his cave is so he can come rescue me before it's too late. Before Lycan turns me into a werewolf and tries to (ew!) mate me.

One thing's for sure. I'm so not rolling over and playing dead to this dog.

22

After our "dinner" of roast Thumper, which, of course, I puke right up after being forced to eat, Orpheus tells me he has things to do, dogs to see, and that he'll be back in a few hours. He leaves me tied up just outside the cave.

It's cold, it's damp, and my b.u.t.t is frozen on the stone ground. Add that to the fact that I'm freaking out scared and you get a pretty good idea of the situation. I'm stuck by a northern English cave on the side of a mountain, miles from any town or village.

I've been kidnapped by a werewolf who wants to make me the queen, er, b.i.t.c.h of his pack. And no one has any idea where I am.

Why, oh why, did I think it was a good move to leave the safety of the village and go off with some random guy? Why didn't I at least tell someone where I was going? And why isn't Jareth answering my calls? I've been sending for what seems like hours now and still there's no sign of him. Maybe he doesn't care about me anymore. After all, me being gone kind of eliminates the need of having to annul the blood mate thing. Maybe my cry for help was the best news he heard all day.

Jareth. Tears drip from my eyes as I think about him. The wonderful, most perfect, sweet, kind blood mate a vampire girl could ever hope for. I had him. He loved me. And what did I do? I went and ruined everything. As usual. G.o.d, I'm so stupid.

Why can't I ever see how good I have it until it's too late? I could have been with him for eternity. Now I'm likely to spend the rest of my (possibly very short) life as part dog. Not that I don't deserve that and a lot more for the way I acted. I wonder if he'll ever be able to forgive me. If I ever see him again, that is.

Will he still take the antidote back home to America? Will he figure out a way to administer it to the cheerleaders? Or will Slayer Inc. step in and decide to euthanize them after all since I'm not there to fight it? And what about Cait? Will they just a.s.sume she's one of the wolves and kill her, too, for no reason?

That's it. I have to get out of here. Some way, somehow. Whatever it takes. I can do this. I mean, I'm a vampire. And a slayer. You'd think I'd have some secret weapon at my disposal to getting myself out of this mess. Any moment now I'll think of what that is . . .

"Mmmmhmm."

I freeze. What's that sound? It's coming from the cave. Are there more people here, too? Other captives? Or more wolves?

Should I make my presence known or be as quiet as possible? I squint, trying to see inside, but all I can see is blackness.

"Help! Someone help us!" the voice begs.

"Trevor, shut the eff up, dude. I'm telling you, no one can hear you except that psycho wolf guy. And I really don't want him coming back in here and s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g with us again, do you?"

My mouth drops open. I'd know that voice anywhere.

"Mike?" I cry. "Mike Stevens?"

Silence, then, "Who wants to know?"

"Mike? Trevor? It's me. Rayne McDonald."

"What the ... ?" Mike starts, then he swears under his breath. "Great. I must be hallucinating again. I thought I just heard that freak girl Rayne from school calling out my name."

I frown. Freak girl. Forget the homecoming game. I should really leave those two for wolf meat.

"Nah, dude. I heard her, too," Trevor says. "Unless we're both imagining it. Wouldn't that be way freaky? If we went insane together and, like, saw the same hallucinations and c.r.a.p?"

I roll my eyes. Tweedledee and Tweedledum are going to be such great pack mates. "You're not hallucinating," I inform them. "I'm here. Just outside the cave." I squint again and think maybe I can make out two dark shapes by the far wall.

"Really? What are you doing here? How did you find us? Did you bring help? That wolf guy is really strong."

"It's a long story. And no, I don't have help. I'm stuck here, too. Well, I'm hoping my backup will show, but I'm not sure that's going to happen. We may have to figure a way out ourselves."

"Yeah, good luck with that."

"How did you guys get here?" I ask, still shocked at their sudden presence. "I mean, we aren't exactly in Ma.s.sachusetts anymore."

"We don't really know," confesses Mike. "One minute I've just won a football game and the next morning I'm on a plane to England. It's like something ... or someone . . . was pulling me to this spot. I couldn't eat or sleep until I got here. It was the craziest thing ever."

"Yeah, I only got here a few days ago," adds Trevor. "But same story. Freaking bizarre."

"I've been here over a month now. And I haven't figured out any way to escape," Mike says. He pauses, then adds, "What does he want from us, Rayne?" His voice cracks. "I'm starting to think we're going to die here."

It's strange to hear him sound so vulnerable. The big, tough football player. The meanest guy in school. I guess being trapped in a cave on the side of a mountain in the middle-of-nowhere England for a month can do that to a guy. Maybe at the very least he's learned some life lessons and will be a kinder, gentler Mike Stevens when/if we get out of this mess.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you probably won't believe me,"

I say. "You're here because you've been bitten by a Lycan- that's like a werewolf to you and me."

"No s.h.i.+t, Sherlock. We've seen the dude."

"Not him. The cheerleaders. Back home in Oakridge."

The boys are silent for a second. Then Mike says, "Come on, Rayne. We're serious. Don't give us some fairy tale."

"I am serious. Remember the girls came to England for cheering compet.i.tion this past summer?"

"How could I forget," Trevor groans. "I had to go with-out s.e.x for seven days and seven nights when my baby Shantel went away."

Mike snorts. "Oh whatever. You totally hooked up with Candi that night at-" "Shut the h.e.l.l up, man," Trevor hisses. "This chick knows Shantel."

"Uh, uh. There's no way she hangs with Shantel."

"They're both on the cheerleading team!"

"What? No freaking way, man. Not Rayne McDonald. She'd never be a cheerleader."

"Dude, she is. I swear it."