Wolfed Out (Discontinued)

Chapter 28: Wolf Trails

They hoped there was no one behind their wheel, especially at a close distance. They didn't want to scare anyone into calling the police, reporting a cult in a van in the middle of performing a ritual on the road. That's not what they were doing but it sure looked like it.

Every fifteen minutes Kyle and Jeff slit their palms open using one of Sarah's daggers she had stuffed in her sports bags. They would open the doors in the back and let their blood do the job of creating a trail. A blood trail. Not so they could see the blood but to keep their scent alive and strong, but they had to be vigilant about it. If one of the doors opened too wide, if they lost their grip, Sarah would catch them.

Fifteen minutes passed. Their palms were healed within that time but they had to cut them open again. Allison felt sick watching it be redone over and over again.

Kyle slit his right palm and watched the thick red blood fill in his hand. He could feel the oxygen get sucked inside, filling the empty spaces of what use to contain blood. It stung badly.

He handed the dagger to Jeff and he began slicing open his left hand. They both dragged their feet to the edge of the doors, their single hands ready on the handles.

"Let me help this time." Allison let out. "No, it's dangerous. We can do this, we have been for the past hour."

"And last time one of you almost fell out during that sharp turn. Just let me hold one of the doors."

The blood flooded in Kyle's hand, dripping onto the car floor. Shit shit shit.

"Goddammit!" she shouted and moved Kyle out of the way to grab one of the handles. "Now!"

They opened the doors and stuck their hands over the road. They were on the highway, luckily no one behind their bumper.

They watched the blood disappear onto the road as though it vanished into the ground. Allison, centered between the two of them, had her toes over the edge of the floor, gripping for dear life. She could feel her body sway forward and back whenever the speed slightly changed, almost falling over the edge. But Jeff held her free wrist, watching for her safety.

They shut the doors once their palms were done giving out blood. They could see their cuts heal in seconds, stitching themselves together. Allison watched it heal for the millionth time again, but it always amazed her as much as the first time she saw it. Kyle scrubbed the floor of blood clean with his shirt and looked up at Allison. "I guess you can help out with the doors."

All windows were down, the wind slapping them in the face. Layla kept her face close to her window, her hair flying around like a tornado. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. She made sure they were following the right trail.

Through the screechy wind, they could hear groaning behind their seats. Layla turned to the backseat and saw John beginning to wake up, his hand over his bloody wounded head. He rose up and met eyes with hers, dazed and confused. "Rise and shine, hope you had a nice nap."

"I sure did. It was packed with lots of dreams, you being in all of them." he joked.

Her face turned serious. "Is there ever a time when you're not flirtatious?"

He tilted his head, grinning. "Am I making you blush?"

Not wanting to, she began blushing. She couldn't help it and it pissed her off that he won. It was like the guy's job was to make people uncomfortable. She quickly turned back around, trying to keep her head down. John laughed his ass off, Jake telling him to shut up. "I'm sorry." he laughed.