Halloween Flash Fiction Event: Terry Spear
Thank you for joining us for this Halloween Flash Fiction Event story from Terry Spear. Terry’s fans will not be surprised to find that she’s chosen a wolf picture as the inspiration for this piece. As a bonus, she’s offering a few giveaways! Check below the story for details. The image is a stock photo from a DeviantART artist who specifically allows it to be used on outside websites, with credit and links posted. Big thanks, to both the author and the artist, for sharing. Now… on to the story…
A Wolf’s Tale
by Terry Spear
“Mom, I really don’t want to go to this party.” Tricia Hanover couldn’t believe how much her mother insisted she have fun with kids her age on Hallows Eve.
“Dress up. Have fun. You father and I are going to be busy.”
“The others aren’t dressing ‘up.’ They’re just wearing regular clothes.”
“Oh? Well, whatever.”
“They’ll be drinking. Probably.”
“Just as long as you don’t. Come on. You’ve complained since we got here how you hadn’t made any friends. This is your chance. Mary Kate invited you. Go and enjoy yourself.”
This was so not going to be fun. Tricia threw on her blue hoodie. “Fine. If something bad happens, it’s not my fault.” Then she stalked out of the house and jogged three blocks down from hers and knocked on Mary Kate’s door.
The tall redhead opened the door, her green eyes sparkling with delight as she smiled at her. “Good. You didn’t chicken out. Let’s go.”
“Where exactly is this party going to be?”
“In Hillside Park. It’s perfect for a campfire and telling spooky stories.”
Lightning illuminated dark and ominous clouds. Maybe they’d get rained out.
“You’ve got a spooky story to tell, right?” Mary Kate asked as they headed in the direction of the park. “Everyone has to have one.”
“It has to be original. Not some story from a movie, or something.”
“I’ve got it.” Tricia shoved her hands in her pockets. She felt the tension pooling in every fiber of her being. This was so not a good idea.
As soon as they reached the campsite where seven teens were gathered around a fire, one of the boys said, “Took your time getting here, Mary Kate. Thought maybe the new kid was afraid to come.” Tommy gave Tricia a scathing look that said she didn’t belong.
They took their seats on the ground next to the fire and began to tell their spooky stories. Some were plain dumb. A couple had her sitting on the edge of her seat. But one of the guys caught her attention right off. He was somber and quiet. Observant. He’d been watching her closely and she wondered what he thought of her. When she shouldn’t have cared. But something about him made her check him out from time to time too.
And then Tommy said to the quiet guy, “Darrel, what’s your story?”
“It was a dark and stormy night—”
Everyone but Tricia groaned. She just smiled at him, catching his eye.
“The wolves were out hunting—but not for food. They’d lost four of their nine members in the pack and they needed new recruits. So they went hunting for the perfect humans to turn.”
A werewolf story.
Normally, Tricia hated stories about werewolves, but the way Darrel told it, he kept her listening. He was intense, focused, and serious as if the story was true.
“Oh, yeah. So was it a full moon?” Tommy asked.
“The fullest—half hidden by the storm brewing. They were looking for just the right people to join the pack. Intelligent. Courageous. Protective. The right age. And no family.”
Tricia frowned a little. Most people got the werewolf stories wrong. She hated hearing when someone had too much of it right.
“And one of the people was your mother, right?” Tommy asked.
“Nope. The new girl’s.”
Everyone glanced at Tricia and her body warmed with nervousness.
Tommy laughed. “So do you howl at the moon?”
She was so taken aback, she just stared at Darrel, trying to figure him out.
“Earth to new girl,” Tommy said. “Can you howl?”
She turned to him. “Everyone can howl if they try.”
“Howl for us, wolf girl,” Tommy said.
“Darrel hasn’t finished his story,” she said, wondering just where he was going with this. Did he know something about her family? Something that could prove a disaster? She knew this was a bad idea.
Darrel nodded. “They bit two young women and two men about the same age. But one of the men had a family. He had let on that he didn’t because he was looking for their pack.”
“Wait,” Tommy said. “He was a werewolf hunter? Cool.”
Darrel smiled a little. “Only he hadn’t expected to be turned. But what better way to locate wolf packs than to infiltrate them?”
“He was turned and then he turned on the wolves?” Tricia asked, not believing anyone could be that evil.
“All but your mother,” Darrel said.
Darrel was making up the story, of course, yet he was getting a little too close to home. Like he knew something, and was fishing for the real truth.
Playing along with it, she asked, “How did you know?”
He smiled just a hair. “He killed my parents.”
She frowned. “So they were wolves?” What if he was telling the truth? What if he was a werewolf?
She felt a chill run up her spine. Even though she was certain he was making it all up, just the mention he could be a werewolf made her nervous. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why everyone just can’t get along.” She truly wished the world could know about the wolves and leave them alone. Just accept them for what they were.
Suddenly, Darrel grabbed a bow and pulled an arrow from a quiver, knocked it, and pointed it at her. “Howl for us, Tricia.”
This was so very bad. If she howled, her family would come to see to the trouble and Darrel would shoot them? Not good.
“I won’t howl. Shoot me if you feel you have to.”
Everyone watched as Darrel held her gaze, the string pulled taut.
Tension filled the air. And then he smiled and set down the bow and arrow. “She’s one of us.”
And then she knew. He was a wolf, but he was covering for her. He could smell her scent, knew she wasn’t a wolf. Her family were hunters. And he was giving her an out.
She smiled back at him. “Lucky guess.” She tried to keep from shaking, because if they knew what she was, they’d rip her to shreds. Or…worse. Turn her into one of them.
“What about your story?” Tommy asked, her gaze still fixed on Darrel’s.
She shifted her attention to Tommy. “On a dark and stormy night—”
About The Author
USA Today Bestseller, TERRY SPEAR writes urban fantasy and Highland medieval romance: hot wolves, jaguar shifters, medieval Highlanders and lots more. She also pens young adult paranormal romance. She has over fifty paranormal books to her name, earned Publisher’s Weekly Best Books of the Year, and has been featured in The International Wolf Magazine, Woman’s World and BGS Book Review Magazine. She creates award-winning teddy bears in the heart of Texas and gardens. She retired from USAR after rappelling, mountain climbing, learning water survival, qualifying with a number of firearms, survived the obstacle courses, leadership reaction courses and confidences courses – and knows if she can do it, her characters can overcome any obstacle she puts in their path.
For more information, please visit www.terryspear.com, or follow her on Twitter, @TerrySpear. She is also on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/terry.spear . And her fan page: https://www.facebook.com/TerrySpearParanormalRomantics Her blog is: http://terryspear.wordpress.com/
You can meet & greet with Terry in February, as she is one of the Featured Authors at Coastal Magic, an urban fantasy and paranormal romance convention in Daytona Beach, FL.
About The Artist
Image: Howling Beauty
Artist Page: Quiet-bliss http://www.deviantart.com/art/howling-beauty-485124603
Terry is offering a selection of goodies for our special event. Leave a comment below with your thoughts about her story, and which of the following things you’d like to win. Please choose only one of the prizes. Contest is open through November 2nd, and winners will be chosen/notified on November 3rd. Good luck, everyone!!