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went with them. But those sick, cramping feelings in my stomach remained, and the urge for the red stuff was stronger than ever before.
    Wheeling around, I watched as the wolf that Kayla had fed on struggled to its feet. It whimpered and then collapsed onto its side as Potter dropped from the sky and removed its head with one quick swipe of his claws. Blood pumped from its neck and clouded the puddles that covered the road. With my eyes fixed on the blood, I stepped forward, as if I were sleepwalking. I ran the tip of my tongue over my lips. All I could see was the blood. The wind and the driving rain had gone, everything had gone, except the red stuff pumping from the neck of the Skin-walker.
    “No,” someone whispered in my ear.
    As if waking from a dream, I looked right and could see Potter.
    “No, Kiera,” he said again, and took my hand. “You don’t need that.”
    “But…” I started.
    “Later,” he said back.
    “I’m cracking up in more ways than one,” I told him, feeling scared all of a sudden.
    “I’ll take care of you,” he said, gently squeezing my hand.
    “Someone give me a hand over here!” Isidor shouted, as the sky lit up with another fork of lightning.
    Potter let go of my hand and ran through the rain towards Isidor, who was trying to lift Sam off the road. I looked down one last time at the blood leaking from the wolf, and reluctantly crossed the road to join them.
    “We need to get him some help - and quick,” Isidor said, crouching, so he could place one of Sam’s arms around his shoulders. Sam’s black hair, which covered his cheeks and chin, glistened with rain and was matted and tangled.
    “We should leave him,” Potter said. “He’s not one of us.”
    “He saved Isidor,” Kayla spoke up from behind us. We turned around to see her get up from the puddles, arming the blood away from her mouth.
    “We can’t trust him,” Potter snapped.
    “He attacked one of his own to protect Isidor,” she came back at him, wiping the water from the seat of her jeans.
    “So you admit that he is one of them?” Potter shot back.
    “Look, until we know for sure what he is, Sam comes with us,” I cut in. “We can’t just leave him. He is obviously going through some kinda change. And Kayla’s right. He did help Isidor.”
    “I think he’s part wolf and part human,” Isidor said.
    “No shit, Sherlock!” Potter glared, picking his coat up off the road and putting it on.
    “Why do you have to always...” Isidor started, but Potter spoke over him.
    “Look, it isn’t going to take the Skin-walkers long to figure out what just happened here, and they’ll come after us,” he said. “We need to get away from here fast. The wolf - boy will only slow us down.”
    “We could fly,” Kayla suggested, helping Isidor get Sam to his feet.
    “What, in this storm?” Potter asked, glancing up at the night sky as it split in two with more flashes of purple lightning. “It’s too dangerous. And besides, I don’t fancy being the one carrying wolf-boy when he decides to start fitting again.”
    “We go on foot then,” I said. “We find some shelter until the storm passes, and by then, Sam’s fever might have passed.”
    “Whatever we’re gonna do, we better decide quickly,” Isidor said and pointed into the distance. “It looks like we’ve got company sooner than we thought.”
    I looked in the direction he was pointing and across the bleak fields, I could see flashes of blue and white light. At first I thought that Isidor was wrong and the blue shocks of light were the storm. But the flashes of blue were coming closer and at speed. It was the emergency lights of police cars that I could see.
    “Potter, help me get our stuff from the boot,” I snapped, racing towards the car. I knocked my wet hair from my eyes and fumbled with the lock on the car, but it was jammed, busted shut during the crash.
    Potter pushed me aside as the sound of police sirens grew ever louder behind us.