In midair she was knocked to the side with stunning force. A brutal blocking tackle. She landed with her face crushed into the sand. Not in the hole, on the beach.
Chaos was going on above her. On top of her. A whole football team scrimmaging there. Thick snarls, gasping breath, then suddenly a yelp. Sand fountained around her.
Then it all stopped.
Audrey lay still for a moment longer, then rolled over to look.
Tom was half sitting, half crouching in the sand, his dark hair wildly mussed, his face scratched. He was breathing in gasps. In his hand was a Swiss Army knife, the blade not shining but dark. The wolf was gone. So was the hole.
"Is it dead?" Audrey panted. She could hear the hysteria in her own voice.
"No. It went into that crater thing. Then the crater disappeared."
"Oh," Audrey said. She looked at him, blinked. "You know, we've got to stop meeting like this." Then she collapsed back on the sand.
"Audrey! Audrey, where are you? Audrey!"
Audrey had seldom heard a voice filled with so much terror, but she was drifting in an endorphin cloud of overexertion. She could barely rouse herself to wave a hand without looking.
"We're here!" Tom shouted. "Here!"
The next moment Jenny was on her knees beside them. "Oh, God, what happened? Are you all right?"
"The wolf happened," Tom said. "She's all right, it's just reaction."
"Are you all right? Oh, Tom, you're bleeding!"
Sounds of hugging. Normally, Audrey would have let them have their reunion in peace, but now she said, "Eric's back there. I don't know if he's all right."
"I'll go see." Tom detached himself from Jenny's arms and went. Jenny turned to Audrey, golden dress shining in the gloom.
"What happened?"
"It tried to chase me into a hole. A hole," she repeated, before Jenny could ask, and described the thing she'd seen. "I don't know why, but it wanted me to fall in."
"Oh, my God," Jenny whispered. "Oh, God, Audrey, it's all my fault. And if Eric is dead-"
"He's not dead," Tom said, coming back up. "He's breathing, and I can't even find any bleeding or anything. The wolf didn't want him; it wanted Audrey."
It was only then that Jenny asked, "What are you doing here?"
Tom looked at the ocean. "I didn't think anything would happen here-but I wasn't sure. I hung around in the hotel just in case. When I saw Audrey going down to the beach, I kept an eye on her from the deck up there."
"Oh, Tom," Jenny said again.
"Thank God you did," Audrey said, picking herself up. She was bruised, but everything seemed to be in working order. Her brand new Oscar de la Renta, though, was another matter. "It's a pity you couldn't have saved the dress, too."
As they climbed the sandy ocean ramp up to the hotel grounds, she said thoughtfully, "Actually, I suppose you saved my life. It doesn't really matter about the dress."
"We can't be the ones to tell the police about Eric," Jenny said. "Because we can't afford to lose the time, and because they might separate us. But we can't just leave him there, either."
There was a fine trembling in all her muscles, her reaction nearly as severe as Audrey's. Deep inside her, though, was a steel core of determination. She knew what had to be done.
"Why can't we lose the time?" Tom asked.
"Because we've got to get the others," Jenny said "We all need to go somewhere and talk." She saw Audrey, who was slowly making repairs to her hair and dress, give her a sharp glance. "I'll explain later, for now just trust me, Tom."
Tom's hazel eyes were dark, puzzled, but after a moment he nodded. "Let me get cleaned up a little; to I'll go tell them at the front desk that there's somebody unconscious on the beach. Then we can go."
When he went, he took a note to send up to the ballroom, too. It was from Jenny to Brian, explaining that she had to leave the prom without him, and that she was sorry.
Jenny shut her eyes and leaned against the wall. Think, she told herself. Don't collapse yet, think.
"Audrey, we both need to call our parents. We've got to tell them-something-some reason why we're not coming home tonight. And then we need to think of somewhere we can go. I wonder how much a hotel room costs?"
Audrey, with two bobby pins in her mouth, just looked at Jenny. She couldn't speak, but the look was enough.
"We're not doing anything dangerous," Jenny assured her. "But we've got to talk. And I think we'll only be safe when we're all together."
Audrey removed the pins and licked her lips. "What about Michael's apartment?" she said. "His dad's gone for the week."
"Audrey, you're brilliant. Now think of what we say to our parents, and we'll be fine."
In the end they settled for the old double-bluff. Jenny called her house and told her mother she would be staying at Audrey's; Audrey called her house and told Gabrielle the housekeeper that she would be staying at Jenny's. Then they called Dee, who had her own phone, and had her come out to the hotel in her jeep, while Tom took the RX-7 to his
house to pick up Michael. Finally Tom went back out for Zach, while a cross and sleep-wrinkled Michael let the others into his apartment.
It was nearly one-thirty in the morning when they were all together.
"Caffeine," Michael mumbled. "For God's sake."
"Stunts your growth," said Dee. "Makes you blind."
"Why isn't there anything in this refrigerator except mayonnaise and Diet Coke?" Audrey called.
"There should be some cream cheese in there somewhere," Michael said. "And there's Cracks Jack in the cupboard; Dad bought a case at the Price Club. If you love me at all, bring me a Coke and tell me what's going on. I was asleep."
"And I nearly got killed," Audrey said, coming around the corner in time to see his eyes widen "Here." She distributed Diet Cokes and Cracker Jack to everyone except Dee, who just snorted.
What a mismatched group we are, Jenny thought, looking around at them. Michael and Audrey were on the couch, Michael in the faded gray sweats he wore as pajamas, and Audrey in the ruins of ha saucy little black dress. Dee was on the other side of Audrey, dressed for action in biking shorts and a khaki tank top, long legs sprawled in front of her.
Tom, on the love seat, was windblown and handsome in jeans and a dark blue jersey. Zach sat on the floor by the table wearing a vaguely Oriental black outfit-maybe pajamas, maybe a jogging suit, Jenny thought. Jenny herself was perched on the arm of the love seat in her shimmering and totally inappropriate gold dress. She hadn't thought about changing, She could see Dee's eyes on the dress, but she couldn't return the amused glance. She was too wrought-up.
"Isn't somebody going to explain what's going on?" Michael said, tearing into the Cracker Jack.
"Audrey can start," Jenny said, clasping her hands together and trying to keep them still.
Audrey quickly described what had happened.
"But what's with this hole?" Michael said when she finished. "Pardon me for asking, but how come the wolf didn't just kill you? If it's the same one that attacked Gordie Wilson."
"Because it's a Game," Jenny said. "A new Game."
Dee's piercing night-dark gaze was on her. "You've seen Julian," she said without hesitation.
Jenny nodded, clenching her hands even more tightly together. Tom turned to look at her sharply, then turned away, his shoulders tense. Zach stared at her with an inscrutable expression, the black outfit accentuating his pallor. Michael whistled.
Audrey, her back very straight, said, "Tell us."
Jenny told them. Not everything, but the essence of what had happened, leaving out the bits that nobody needed to know. Like the kissing.
"He said that he'd give me a chance to get free of my promise," she finished. "That he was going to play a new Game with us, and that we were all players. And at the end he said that the new Game was lambs and monsters."
Audrey drew in her breath, frowning. "Like that thing we saw those kids playing?"
"What lambs and monsters?" Michael demanded. "I never heard of it."
"It's like cops and robbers," Jenny said. "It starts like hide-and-seek-if you're the monster, you count while all the lambs hide. Then when you find a lamb, you chase it-and if you tag it, it's caught. Then you bring it back to your base and keep it as a prisoner until somebody else sneaks up to let it free."
"Or until all the lambs are caught and they get eaten," Audrey said darkly.
"Cute game," said Zach, then relapsed into silence.
"If we're playing, we'd better figure out the rules," Dee said.
"We may not have to play," Jenny said.
They all looked at her. She knew she was flushed. She had been thinking ever since she'd looked over the balcony railing to see Audrey's tiny figure disappear into darkness, and by now she'd worked herself into a rather odd state.
"What do you mean?" Dee said, lynx-eyed.
Jenny heard herself give a strange little overstrained laugh. "Well, maybe I should just stop it right now."
She was surprised by the volume of the protest.
"No!" Audrey cried. "Give in to a guy-any guy? Absolutely not. Never."
"We have to fight him," Dee said, smacking a slender fist into her palm. "You know that, Jenny."
"We're going to fight him," Tom said grimly.
"Uh, look," Michael said, and then got Audrey's elbow in his ribs. "I mean-you'd better not."
"That's right, you'd better not," Audrey said. "And I'm the one who got chased tonight, so I'm the one who's got the right to say it."
"We won't let you," Dee said, both long legs on the
floor now, leaning forward in the intensity of her emotion. "It's our problem, too."
Jenny could feel herself flushing more deeply as a wave of guilt swept her. They didn't understand-they didn't know that she'd almost surrendered of her own free will.
"He's evil," Tom was saying. "You can't just give up and let evil win because of us. You can't, Jenny."
Zach's dry voice cut through the impassioned atmosphere. "I don't think," he said, "that there's much point in arguing about it. Because from what Jenny said before, it sounded like she agreed to the new Game."
"I did," Jenny said. "I didn't know-when I agreed I thought he'd leave the rest of you alone. I didn't think you'd be involved."