Amber Silverblood: Silverpack

Chapter Six

Ed's words echoed infuriatingly in my mind as I got off the bus that afternoon. My comments about going to a stupid Larp had staved of Stacey's questions for the rest of the day, but what the little twerp had said haunted me anyway. Majestic was still watching us just in case Dr. Lacken needed a new pincushion. If I wasn't there when they came, they would take Kimberly instead. Those aren't the kinds of threats you just push to the back of your mind and worry about later.

Which was why I was surprised when I found myself doing exactly that.

Sure, I was still scared for me and Kimberly. As if Hendricks wasn't enough to worry about, now I had the Terrible Trio to bug me again. Well, I thought as I tramped through the snow towards Stark's cabin, I guess they were the Terrible Two now that Hendricks had thrown Victor under a truck... and then blown that truck up on top of him. Unless Majestic had already replaced him, which wouldn't surprise me.

But despite all that, the only thing I could think about was yellow potions. Yellow potions kept in vials the size of my finger. Yellow potions that could cure my lycanthropy and let me live a normal life again, free from Majestic and Hendricks and all this crap.

Yellow potions only one person I knew had.

If Edgar was back in town, then it stood to reason that Dex was somewhere nearby too. One of the last times I'd seen him was when Mr. Wrogan had asked for my help in catching the original Silverblood. I'd accepted in exchange for his promise to rescue my mom, but the four of them together hadn't been enough to keep Dex from getting bit. And the thing was, he hadn't cared. He just got right back up, chugged a potion, and went on with his life. I had been confused at first, but I finally figured out what was going on.

Those potions were a cure.

Dex had been bitten by a werewolf, drank one of those potions, and as far as I knew he had never actually changed. When I tried to ask about it, he refused to give me any straight answers except one: there were no cures for lycanthropy. He was lying, though. He had to be. That potion had cured him.

I drew in a shaky breath, the memories bringing back more emotions than I had expected. I was clenching and unclenching my fists, claws threatening to pop out of my fingers and shred my gloves.

Of course Dex didn't want me to think there was a cure. None of them did. If I were to be cured, they'd lose one of their precious Silverbloods. It would be like flushing money down the toilet, and they couldn't have that, could they?

A growl rose to my throat, but I swallowed it. I had actually managed to forget about the cure in light of everything else that was happening. Or, at least as much as you can forget about a life changing discovery like that. Now they were back, Dex was back, and my urgent need to get one of those potions came back with them.

Deep inside me, my wolf stirred.

No.

I shuddered as the single word carved itself in my brain. Of course it would feel that way. If I was cured, what would happen to it? Would it still be a part of me, less noticeable and more passive? Or would it just cease to exist altogether?

I paused, the snow reaching up to my ankles. The thought of killing the wolf actually made me sad. It wasn't just some animal stuck inside my body, it was as much a part of me as my own thoughts.

But... it would be worth it.

No.

Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I ducked my head down and started on my way again. I would ask Stark about it when I got home. If anybody could give me an answer, it was him. I made it to the cabin a few minutes later, and immediately noticed my mom's car wasn't sitting in the driveway. Odd. To my knowledge, she hadn't left the cabin once since we'd brought her here.