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  Cry of the Wolf

  A Destiny Phoenix Novel

  By

  David R Bennett

  Freaky Fiction Writing * Spring

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  Cry of the Wolf: A Destiny Phoenix Novel

  Copyright 2013 David R Bennett

  Published by Freaky Fiction Writing

  ISBN: 9781301334353

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  Dedication

  To Sheryl Policar:

  Thank you for taking the time to edit this book and help make it better

  To all the fellow authors of Freaky Fiction Writing:

  Thank you for your support

  To Ethan, my son:

  This one’s for you, buddy.

  And, lastly, to all my fans:

  Thank you for reading the books and for your support.

  I wouldn’t be here without you.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue: Catch Up

  Chapter One: Jasper Springs, Louisiana

  Chapter Two: Busted Knee

  Chapter Three: The Meet with Remy

  Chapter Four: The Joke

  Chapter Five: Remembrance

  Chapter Six: The Pack of Wolves

  Chapter Seven: Inside the Whale

  Chapter Eight: Baiting the Enemy

  Chapter Nine: She-Beast

  Chapter Ten: The Future?

  Chapter Eleven: Devon the Werewolf

  Chapter Twelve: The Bloodlust Monster

  Chapter Thirteen: The Link

  Chapter Fourteen: Springing the Trap

  Chapter Fifteen: My Worst Fears

  Chapter Sixteen: The Plan Unfolds

  Chapter Seventeen: Baiting the Enemy Again

  Chapter Eighteen: The Price is Paid

  Chapter Nineteen: Life has Changed

  Chapter Twenty: Loose Ends Still Remain

  Preview: The Mystic Tome

  About the Author

  Where to find us on the web

  Other Works by David R Bennett

  Destiny Phoenix Series

  The Crimson Clan

  Cry of the Wolf

  The Mystic Tome (forthcoming)

  Prologue: Catch Up

  Sunday, March 15, 2013 9:45 AM

  AFTER traveling on the road for about 2 and a half hours, we stop in Beaumont to grab a bite to eat. We decide to eat at McDonald's. This seemed to cheer us all up. Well, pretty much anything would've cheered Sandy and me up after a miserable 16th birthday, one we soon wouldn't forget.

  First, I find out my home is being ransacked because of me, Destiny Phoenix. Then, I lose my parents in the ensuing fight while finding a long lost brother. Later on I find out that I'm angel born human with a twin named Faith, who turns out to be my best friend Sandra Carpenter.

  After that, I learn of an arranged marriage between my parents and the Carpenters to, none other than, my very own boyfriend, Chris Carpenter, himself. Later in the midst of it all, we pledge ourselves to one another on holy ground, Autumn First Methodist Church.

  And before the day ends, my family is given a new role in life as Paranormal Investigators for the government. Oh, did I mention the numerous attempts on our lives? Good grief. There's only so much a person can take in one day.

  And now we are on our way to our first official mission for the PIA. We are sent to investigate and solve the mysterious, the weird, the wild, and freaky.

  I have to walk the straight and narrow due to strange dreams that I have been having over the last few hours of children I know nothing about.

  Shortly, we shall reach a small town in Louisiana called Jasper Springs. There are reports of a wildly bloodthirsty beast. I wonder how we’re going to deal with this werewolf.

  Well, I better get some rest before we arrive. I have a feeling this is not going to be fun. Another day running from God knows what.

  We finish eating at the McDonald's in Beaumont just off Highway 90 and, then, rest for a few as we cut up, laughing, and having fun. After a few minutes, we leave and head back out on the road.

  On to Jasper Springs, Louisiana to find the man-eating beast that's terrorizing the town. Great.

  Chapter One: Jasper Springs, Louisiana

  12:10 PM

  HOURS after leaving Beaumont, Texas we arrive in the small town of Jasper Springs, Louisiana. This town is located right off of Interstate 10. The first thing you see upon arrival is the local Wal*Mart.

  We turn right off the highway and pull into the parking lot of the Hilton, the only one in town. We get two rooms. These rooms are small, but adequate.

  Chris and I collapse on the bed after we enter our room and throw the bags on the floor out of exhaustion. I snuggle up to my hubby, still can't believe it, as my eye lids get heavy.

  I hear Brandon on the phone in the other room as I fall asleep. Not more than ten minutes later, I hear this awful buzz saw sound coming from Chris. Oh my God, how did I ever sleep through this before?

  I turn on the TV thinking that this will help me relax and get some sleep. This does not help. His snoring is keeping me awake. I was promised to this? Ugh.

  I hear a light tapping at my room's door. Who could it be?

  "Des?" I hear through the door.

  "Yeah," I groggily say as I get out of the bed.

  And not paying attention to where I am walking, I am a klutz, I trip over my bag and fall onto the ground. Wham! Thwap!

  There just went my knee! My eyes, then, bug out of my head as I want to scream bloody murder. I roll on the ground for a moment or two holding onto my knee trying to bear the pain.

  "You okay," I hear Sandy say through the door.

  "No, my knee, I think it went out again," I say through the pain. Yeah, that's right, again. I hurt this knee in middle school playing volleyball. I landed wrong and my knee blew. And it's done so today as well.

  "Let me get, Brandon," Sandy says as I crawl towards the door.

  "Just hang on, I'm almost to the door." I say as I make it over to the door.

  I grab the door handle and get myself back up on my feet as I hop on one leg while opening the door. Standing before me are Brandon and Sandy. I awkwardly stand as I have one foot flatfooted, while the other is bent and hurts to a point where I can no longer put any pressure upon it. Why me?

  Chapter Two: On Busted Knee

  1:45 PM

  THE PAIN is not subsiding at all. As Brandon sets me down in a nearby chair, Sandy walks across the room over to the bed. She smacks Chris in the back and he reels, arching his back.

  "Hello, Chrissy," Sandy says standing over him as he looks cross at her.

  "What the hell, Sands?" He asks vehemently. "What was that for?"

  "Had to wake you up, only way I knew how," she replies as I moan in pain. "Destiny blew out her knee again."

  "Damn," Chris says as I hold my knee wincing at the horrible pain. He reaches down to the floor for his shirt and picks it up off the floor.

  Brandon turns towards Chris, "get your butt out of bed, man. Come take care of your wife."

  Groggily he climbs out of bed. I know how he feels being tired, but I am in a lot of pain. Why me? Hurry to me, baby. Hurry.

  Chris, then, lumbers ove
r to me as Michelle strolls into the room. She is rubbing her eyes.

  "What's going on?" She asks as she yawns while stretching her arms. I can see that Michelle is still exhausted from yesterday's events as we all still are.

  "Go get dressed, Miki," I hear Sandy say to little Michelle. "We need to take Destiny to the Emergency Room."

  Make Faith activate her powers, honey. I hear in my head. It's my mom's voice.

  Alright, mom, but how?

  She just needs to touch the knee. She is a healer and a cleanser.

  Interesting.

  I look over at Sandy. "Sandy, come here, please."

  Sandy walks over to me and kneels down. Her brunette curls bob.

  "Yes, Des, what do you need?"

  "Put your hand on my left knee."

  "Why?" She asks me with a very confused look on her face.

  "You'll see." I tell her semi-confidently.

  She does as I ask and a lay my hands a top hers. Sandy sees her hand beginning to glow brilliantly blue. A look of awe and wonder comes across her face as she feels the exchange of energy that begins healing my knee.

  My mother imparted gifts on both of her daughters, her healing abilities with Faith and her fighting skills and fiery abilities with me.

  After a few moments, Michelle returns dressed in a denim jumper with a light blue tee shirt underneath and her sandy blonde hair in pigtails.

  "How are you doing, Destiny?" Michelle asks as she walks towards me.

  "Doing better, Michelle," I respond as we hug. "Sandy helped a lot."

  "What do you mean?" She asks me with a confused look on her face.

  "I found out that our dear sister here," I say as I point towards Sandy, "is a healer, a cleanser."

  "So, she healed your knee?"

  "Yes, I did, Miki. Yes, I did." Sandra answers with a proud look on her face.

  Chapter Three: The Meet with Remy

  2:45 PM

  WE STROLL into a nearby restaurant called Jean-Luc's Creole Grill not far from our hotel. We are supposed to meet out contact, Remy Boudrot, here. None of has any idea what he looks like.

  We are seated at a table near the front window by a rather frumpy waitress named Leora. Her hair is a mess of fraying brown curls. She stands about five foot, three and her skin looks severely weathered.

  As we are seated a young gentleman of about twenty-six to twenty-seven years of age walks towards our table. A chill goes up my spine. There is something off about this guy. Way off.

  The gentleman, who is wearing a light grey tee and jeans with dark shoulder length hair, introduces himself. He is Remy Boudrot or so he says.

  "May I sit?" He politely asks.

  "Go ahead," Brandon replies.

  "Harold called after you accepted the mission," he starts to say, "And boy am I glad to have some help. This is not an easy case."

  "What do you mean?" I curiously ask as I immediately get the feeling that I really don't want to know.

  "Well, you know that there is a blood thirsty monster on the loose here."

  "Hadn't heard that," Brandon sarcastically says using a verbal jab at Remy.

  "Ha, ha, Brandon," Remy retorts. "Been awhile, mon ami."

  "That it has, Remy. Now tells us more of your blood thirsty monster."

  "What's strange about this monster is that he has patches of green fur."

  "Green fur? You sure?"

  "Positive, mon chere," he says flirting with me. My right knee begins throbbing again. I wince. Remy notices. "Everything okay?"

  "I'll be fine," I manage to mutter through gritted teeth. "Old injury."

  I look at Sandra with a sad look on my face. Sandra returns my expression with shrugged shoulders and a look of mild sorrow on her face.

  "I see, chere."

  "So, when was the last time this monster was seen?" Brandon asks afraid of the answer.

  "About a week ago," Remy replies as he runs his fingers through his hair. I see Sandy and Michelle swoon. I probably would have too if I wasn't married. "During the night not too far from here."

  As I listen to this I realize that more sleepless nights were headed our way. Great.

  Chapter Four: The Joke

  4:02 PM

  AFTER we ate lunch, we all came back to the hotel to relax. Chris and I, finally, got a chance to spend some much needed time together, or so we thought. As we are kissing and caressing one another, Sandy begins banging on our door.

  "Des, Chris, let me in," she frantically says.

  "Go away, Sands," Chris tells. Then, returns to kissing me.

  She begins to bang on the door again. Her voice has a hint of fear in it. "Guys, seriously, let me in."

  Then we hear the roar and rush to the door. I open it and see Brandon, Michelle, and Sandy laughing. Then, Sandy and Brandon high five each other. I have a look of disgust on my face.

  "Not funny," I tell them disdainfully.

  "Yeah, Des, it was. That look on your face was priceless." Sandy says with a slight chuckle.

  “Can’t we just get a moments peace for once.” I tell them with a heavy amount of disgust in my voice. “Just once. Act mature.”

  “Oh, please,” Sandy says as she, Michelle, and Brandon come into mine and Chris’ room. “Have a little fun, Des.”

  “Why would you want to do this?” I ask. “This situation could get ugly fast. You all know that.”

  “Yes, sis, you’re right. May we come in?”

  “Um, not right now.” I say trying to back them off a tiny bit.

  “Oh,” says Sandy with a devilish grin as she grabs the door handle and jerks on it.

  “Please, Faith, don’t,” I beg of her as I tightly grip the door from the other side. “Now is not really a good time.”

  I begin to grit my teeth. Chris is behind me. He knows that I am pleading since I am not dressed decently, or at all. He pokes his head out the door over mine.

  “Sands, leave the door alone,” he growls at her. “We need to get dressed. Give us ten minutes or so to freshen up.”

  “Oh?” Sandy says embarrassed at what she nearly did to me. “Sorry, Des, Chris, I really wasn’t trying to embarrass either of you.”

  “Look. It’s okay, Sandy,” I tells her seeing her sad downtrodden facial expression. “I truly know that you never meant any harm. Let Chris and I get dressed and we’ll meet you three shortly.”

  “Okay,” she says just before I close the door and head to change.

  Chapter Five: Remembrance

  5:15 PM

  CHRIS and I joined the others at the restaurant in the hotel to get some dinner. For the most part, today has been a rather uneventful day. Thank heavens! We decided, only moments ago, that tonight would be a solemn celebration to remember our fallen friends and family. Not that this really helps, but it will help bring closure our old life as we move on with the new life we are leading.

  Quickly, we eat the meal that was ordered for us by the other upon sitting down. Chris rubs my shoulders as a stream of tears comes from me. I cannot help it. My mother’s memories are imparted upon me, so it feels as though I was right there in the midst of the combat my parents partook in only days ago, when they sacrificed their lives to save us.

  I have trouble eating as I bury my head into Chris’ chest. He caresses me and strokes my hair. My dear hubby, God that sounds strange, tries to keep it together for me. We both know that, deep inside, he is hurting, too, from the loss of his mother. I weep as the pain of losing my parents hits me.

  Sandy has the worst of it all, unfortunately. Not only did she loose the only mother she ever knew, then she finds out that her birth parents, whom she has known all her life, perished only hours before. Now I know why mom and dad always treated Faith like she was one of their own, like their very own daughter.

  We know there is going to a little lag time on this trip. And it is not going to be pleasant, for the most part. Nothing about this trip seems pleasant, at all.

  It took us the better part
of thirty minutes before finishing the meal. Then, we quietly get up and begin to head back to our rooms for some much needed down time and rest. Chris holds me up best he can as I continue to bawl. The emotions I feel are so raw, I swear the hairs on the back of my neck are standing at attention.

  “What’s wrong, Des?” Chris says as I jolt strait to attention. The psychic link between Michelle and I livens up.

  - Michelle, did you feel that, too? -

  - Yes, Destiny, so did Sandy. What’s going on? –

  - I don’t know, Michelle. I think we should check it out. –

  We rush put of the front of our hotel to hear the howling far off in the distance. One problem, no full moon. That’s not for another 10 days! What the hell is going on? So much for a quiet night.

  Chapter Six: The Pack of Wolves

  6:25 PM

  BRANDON rushes over to the Traverse. He opens the back and begins to arm us all, including little Michelle. Brandon hands me a small katana blade; Chris a crossbow, quiver, and a .45 caliber Glock semi-automatic pistol; Sandy a small katana blade, like mine; and Michelle a simple wooden with steel tips bo staff. Furthermore, Brandon is armed with the same weapons as is Christopher.

  We prepare to investigate the noise. Quickly, we go into the woods behind the hotel. As the darkness begins to creep in, these woods seem quite ominous. The woods seem to close in around us.

  I, then, notice something moving like a shadow. I ready the katana blade. Sandy follows suit. I contact Michelle psychically as she walks carrying her bo staff.

  - Michelle, can you get a read on what’s out there? –

  - Sorry, no. It’s hard to pinpoint the number with all the thoughts masking together as one. But there’s got to be at least one nearby. –