“If something here’s out to get us, it’s because Provost and his people planted it for the sake of the show and it’s all a setup.”
“Fair enough. But have they planned it because they expect us to go after it and figure it out, or not? Why not play along?”
The bottom line: we’d feel better by actually doing something rather than standing around bitching.
“For somebody who lets himself get beaten up professionally, you seem to have hung on to a few brain cells,” I said.
“I think I got out of boxing just in time to save them. Pro wrestling’s a little tamer.”
I started to say something snide, then stopped. Who was I to judge? “Shall we take a walk around the house? I take clockwise, you take counter, and we’ll see if we find anything.”
He continued down the steps to join me in looking out over the meadow, the lake with its surface shining metallic in darkness, the shadows of the forest. The light from the lodge’s windows extended only to the edge of the clearing. A faint wind was blowing; we both turned our noses into it and breathed deeply. In a way, with just the two of us here, I felt more comfortable. I wasn’t so aware of the ways I wasn’t human. Jerome wouldn’t think I was strange, sniffing the wind, pacing silently, peering into the darkness. Acting like a wolf on the hunt.
Both of us took on that body language, prowling step by step around the house, glancing back to check on the other’s progress. Anyone watching from inside would notice it; Conrad would probably say we were only acting. I reached the corner of the lodge and turned my senses outward, letting Wolf bleed into them, letting her instincts tell me if anything was wrong. Moving slowly, I zigzagged to cover more ground, listening for the smallest sounds. What I heard were normal nocturnal noises, the creatures who came out at night, mice or voles in the underbrush, an owl flapping in trees overhead. Nature’s white noise.
Around the lodge I smelled people. Humans. Part of the crew, I assumed, or residents of the house who had walked here earlier. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that raised my hackles. The night was calm, dark, like it was supposed to be. The lodge had golden light shining in most of the windows, making it an island of welcome warmth. Maybe Wolf wanted to go hunting, but I would be just as happy to go back inside and settle for the evening. As soon as I walked off some of my nerves.
I was looking for anything out of place, and I found it: a circle of glass and metal perched in a tree, pointed at the back door: another one of the remote cameras. I looked up into it, waved a little, wondering if we were following Provost’s script.
In the back of the house, I waited to hear footsteps as Jerome and I approached each other. I smelled him first, catching the trace of a fellow werewolf. I marveled at how such a massive man could move so quietly.
We spotted each other across the scrubby clearing behind the house, froze a moment, caught in each other’s gazes, then relaxed and moved again. I decided I really did want to see him as a wolf at some point before the show ended. I imagined he was impressive.
“Anything?” I said, and he shook his head.
“You think it’s all in Tina’s head?”
“I’ve worked with her before,” I said. “She’s not one to cry wolf. No pun intended.”
“Then what is going on?” He huffed.
Did I tell him that I thought the vampires were bringing their own brand of hijinks into the proceedings? That Grant had his own plotline going on in addition to whatever one Provost had worked out for us? I decided I didn’t really want to bring all this up with Jerome. We might have both been werewolves, but he was still a stranger. Not part of my pack.
“I don’t know,” I said softly. “Let’s get back in before the others start a rumor about us.”
He leered. “Isn’t that what this show’s all about?”
“I have my guy back home, and I’d really hate for you two to decide you had to duke it out over me.” Not to mention Jerome could pound Ben into mush. I loved my husband, but he wasn’t built like a tank.
“I think that may give Provost his next show.”
I shook my head and marched inside.
None of us found anything weird; nobody could point to anything specifically wrong, except for the feeling that Tina had, which had now spread to the rest of us by the power of suggestion. Predictably, Conrad said, “You’re all just trying to scare me,” at which point Jerome snarled at him, and half the room jumped. I didn’t. I glared at the wrestler, with a silent admonishment: Cut it out.
Yeah, I was pretty sure Provost’s ulterior motive was to drive us all crazy, to see who snapped first. I hoped there wouldn’t be any blood when it happened; Provost was pr
obably hoping otherwise.
In keeping with the seminocturnal schedule, I went to bed a few hours before dawn. My bedroom light had been off only twenty minutes when someone knocked on my door, very softly. If I hadn’t been awake and twitchy already, I wouldn’t have heard it. I could have called for whoever it was to come in, but I wasn’t feeling that trusting and open. I padded to the door and opened it a crack.
Tina stood outside, pressed close, almost pushing her way in. “Can I talk to you?”
“Yeah, of course.” I let her in and glanced behind her, expecting to see one of the PAs and a camera, but she’d managed to ditch them. I quickly closed the door.
Tina paced. She was wringing her hands, looking around like she expected something to jump from the walls at her. I turned on the bedside lamp, which gave just enough light to chase away shadows.
“Sit down,” I said, settling on the edge of the bed with enough room for her. “Still shaken up?”