Rabid by Jami Lynn Saunders Page B

resonance that might have arisen from a group of mystic monks a thousand years before. As their voices rose higher, Jack began to convulse. Aiden saw the shape of his hands protruding through the grayish skin of the beings’ wings as he beat against their cold flesh. He thought it was a final attempt to escape the clutches of a brutal death. The sight horrified Aiden, and he wondered for a moment if they were eating him alive. He started to yell for them to stop, but the convulsions abruptly ended. The beings ceased their chanting.
    The nocturnals scattered, disappearing back into the shadows, and the three beings stepped away from the doctor to reveal their living creation. The doctor was standing, silent and still, his skin a light gray.
    â€œJack?” Aiden called out softly.
    The doctor turned his head in the direction of the familiar voice. He opened his eyes slowly, as if to guard against harsh sunlight, and looked at Aiden. He wore a look of surprise at the sight of his friend. He squinted and opened his mouth to speak. “Aiden. Aiden, is that you?”