jump me, I had the distinct feeling that one of my Wolf brothers would be right there to help me fight them off.
Wolf brothers.
It kind of tweaked my spine to think of them as brothersâ¦but then, being a brother didnât always mean that you meantone another well. My mom, who was an all-occasion Bible quoter, often told of poor Abel, who was killed by his brother Cain in a field. So if the Wolves were my brothers now, did that make me Cain or Abel? I knew I shouldnât think too much on it, but lately I couldnât help it.
With so much on my mind, I wasnât as observant as I should have been. I was ambushed halfway down the alley. My attacker fell on me, big and broad, cutting across my vision like the moon eclipsing the sun. He smashed into me, and I bounced against a big green Dumpster, my head making the metal ring like I was a bell clapper. I turned and swung, but I was so disoriented, I caught nothing but air. The momentum of my own punch spun me around, I slipped in a puddle of alley scum, and hit the ground. When I looked up, I saw that it was none other than Marvin Flowers.
My brain was still too scrambled to speak, but that was just fine with Marvin.
âThereâs something you had better get straight,â he growled. âYou wanna be a Wolf, I got no problem with that. But you stay away from my sister.â There was a fury in his eyes, and it was nothing like the fury of a wolf. It was human through and through, but that didnât make it any less dangerous.
I could have fought with him, but it wouldnât have been too wise. I was a head shorter, he was still beefed up from his years of football, and his fury gave him even more of an advantage. No, it was unlikely that Iâd win this fight with muscle, but maybe I could put a dent in him with words, before he dented the Dumpster with me.
âWhatâs the matter, Marvin? Wolves arenât good enough foryour sister? Maybe I should tell Cedric, and see what he thinks?â That gave him pause for thought. With my back against the Dumpster, I pushed myself back to my feet. âHow long have you been waiting to get made, Marvin?â I asked. âHow many months? Cedric must not be too happy with you if heâs waited this long.â
The anger didnât leave Marvinâs face, but his eyebrows knotted with something between confusion and disgust. âWhat are your lips flapping about?â
âYou might act like a werewolf, but youâre not one! I saw you touch that silver candleholder. If you were a real werewolf, just touching it would make you swell up like one of those balloons in the Thanksgiving Day parade. Youâre just a pledge like me, and youâre mad because you think Iâll get âmadeâ before you do.â
âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â he grumbled, but I could tell I had my thumb on a nerve now. âYou think you know things,â Marvin said, âbut you know absolutely nothing.â
âYou forget that my grandmaâs a werewolf hunter, and taught me all there is to know about it. So you could say I knew exactly what I was getting into when I decided to join the Wolves. Probably more than anyone else whoâs ever joined.â
Marvin was quiet. I knew I was getting to him. âSo tell me, how come Marvelous Marvin Flowers hasnât gotten the bite yet?â
Then Marvinâs blank expression stretched into a smile, which was never a good thing. âMaybe Cedric wants it that way,â he said. âMaybe Cedric needs a human lookout on the nights they go wolfing.â
Well, it made sense, but there was something beneath Marvinâs gold-toothed grin that was as slimy as a morning snail trail. It made everything he said suspect.
âSo, are you gonna stay away from my sister, or not?â
âYou were the one who sent me in her direction when you went to steal my grandmaâs