Page 42 of Jacob Michaels Is Not Jacob Michaels

We looked up at the men coming down the stairs towards us, but they had stopped several yards away and were merely staring down at us. Lucas’ hand tightened in mine as we looked up at the guys while trying to watch the guys in our periphery. Having eight pairs of glowing red eyes watching us was unsettling. I felt another shiver run up my spine.

“You believed me when I said I remembered us, right?” I whispered out of the corner of my mouth. “You know that I was telling the truth?”

“Yes,” Lucas mumbled back.

“Do you trust me?”

“With everything I am.”

“Good.”

“We have a score to settle with you.” The guy on our right on the stairs above us said blandly, his teeth flashing white in the dark.

His teeth seemed longer than they should have. The fact that I caught that detail in the dark made me want to shiver again.

“Well, come back on Monday,” I mumbled. “I’m booked solid until then.”

He snorted, finding my quip pathetic and funny at the same time, I was sure. Lucas gripped my hand tightly.

“I’m afraid this has to be taken care of now.” He replied blandly. “Otherwise we may never get the chance, and we don’t like to leave things unsettled. Rob.”

That did make me shiver.

I didn’t know these men.

Then again, I hadn’t known Lucas.

“I truly hate to let an audience down,” I replied, “but today just isn’t your day, sir.”

Lucas’ hand gripped mine back as I squeezed his.

“Run.” I hissed.

Yanking on Lucas’ arm, I pulled him after me as I ran up three steps and then cut to the right, between two sets of bleachers. Lucas let go of my hand so he could run behind me comfortably. The sounds of the men coming down the stairs sounded. Sounds of men scrambling up and over bleachers, like metallic thunder, reached our ears but I stared straight ahead, pumping my arms and legs as I ran. The only thing I cared about was hearing Lucas’ breath and feet behind me, assuring me that he was keeping up and hadn’t fallen.

A howl sounded behind us, and I flinched but, it did not slow my pace.

“Go, Rob!” Lucas growled. “Run!”

We reached the end of the aisle, and I made a sharp right down towards the field. The men that had been on the field and the ones who had been in the stands with us had been too busy trying to get ahead of us that they hadn’t expected us to head towards the place they had previously occupied. They were now behind us. Another howl sounded. Then another. My heart was in my throat as Lucas and I raced down the stairs towards the field.

When we reached the fence at the end of the stands and the drop five feet to the field beneath us, I immediately leaped and started to clamber up the fence. Lucas was on the fence seconds after me, climbing as if his life depended upon it. And it probably did. At the top of the fence, I swung my legs over and slung myself down towards the field below us. Lucas followed my lead, landing less gracefully than I had somehow. I only took a second to make sure he was okay, and then I was leading the way across the field in the direction of the perimeter fence we had scaled to get inside the stadium.

“Rob!” Lucas gasped.

“Keep running, Lucas!” I screamed back.

“They’re coming!”

Looking over my shoulder, I could see why Lucas was even more distraught than was to be expected. We didn’t just have eight men chasing us across the field. Five men and three wolves were now giving chase, and I couldn’t tell if the men or the wolves looked more bloodthirsty. Obviously, my theory about some werewolves not needing a full moon, which Oma had confirmed, was correct.

Greetings, powerful pack with a Pack Alpha.

Not so pleased to meet you.

Lucas and I reached the taller chain-link fence that surrounded the football stadium, and I could hear feet pounding the dirt, both wolf and human. Without looking back, not wanting to lose any ground, I jumped onto the fence and started clambering to the top. I felt Lucas hit the fence and start climbing and then both of us were scrambling to reach the top. Lucas somehow reached the top of the fence first and slung his lower body over, bracing his stomach along the top bar as he reached down for my hand. Reaching out, I slapped my hand into his, and he started to pull me up.

“Rob!” He screamed.