“What?” I asked, closing my eyes, not knowing for how much longer I could bear his touch.
“I don’t know,” he said, his voice now sounding soft – dreamlike – as if he was being intoxicated by my smell. “You have courage. You’re fearless and have an anger that I admire. I’ve never tried to match someone like you before.” McCain pulled back from me, his yellow eyes glazed-looking. He stared at me. Then, taking his nasal spray from his trouser pocket, he shoved it into each nostril and breathed deeply.
“You’ll stay where I can keep an eye on you, Kayla Hunt,” he said. “You interest me. I’m not sure, but I might have the perfect match for you.”
“And who is that?” I asked him.
McCain went to my bedroom door, opened it and looked back at me. “She’s very special. I shall be telling the Wolf Man all about you.”
Then, without another word, he slipped from my room and closed the door. With a huge sigh, I collapsed onto my bed. I needed to get that camera to Isidor and quick. Hopefully the camera held all the evidence that we would need to nail McCain and I could get out of Ravenwood before he got this special wolf to match with me.
Chapter Thirty-One
Kayla
Lying alone in my room, I knew that I wouldn’t get a better opportunity to try and sneak from the school grounds and leave the camera on the other side of the wall for Isidor to find later. The rest of the kids were in lessons along with most of the teachers. All I had to do was get across the main grassy area in front of the school, to the cover of the trees that grew against the wall circling the school grounds.
I took the camera from my bag which was hidden beneath my wardrobe and tucked it inside the pocket of my blazer. The camera was small, and the front of my blazer didn’t stick out too much. I placed my iPod in my trouser pocket, planning on taking a picture of the place where I finally hid the camera, which I could then send to Kiera to help Isidor locate it.
The corridor was quiet and empty, so closing my bedroom door behind me, I snuck from my room. I made it with no problem down the winding staircase. I listened intently for any noise that might suggest that a Grey was nearby or that I was being followed. Like I had hoped, the corridors and passageways were empty and only twice did I have to hide in the shadows of a nearby stairwell or doorway as a Grey shuffled past me. Before long, I began to feel disorientated and wished that I had Sam to show me the way. But I wouldn’t have been able to take him with me as he would’ve wondered why I was placing the camera outside of the school grounds. I couldn’t tell him about the others – just in case.
In case of what? I wondered. Sam seemed like a good guy and I hoped that I could trust him. After all, he had risked everything last night leading me to Emily Clarke’s room. But I had trusted a man before and I’d ended up dead. So just for now, I would go on alone.
I reached a side door that led out into the grounds of the school. Crouching in the shadows, I looked left and right to make sure no one was around. When I was sure that I wasn’t being watched, I made my way as quickly as possible across the grassy area to the trees. I’d only got about halfway, when I heard someone call my name.
“Hey, Kayla!”
Hearing my name being shouted, I froze just like the statue I had seen in the forbidden wing back at Hallowed Manor. I turned around to see Sam trotting across the lawn towards me.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Nowhere,” I lied, feeling flustered. “I’m just going for a walk.”
“I thought you’d be in the Rat-House by now,” he said with a look of concern on his face.
“And I thought you’d be back in class by now,” I said back, annoyed that he had seen me.
“McCain gave us the rest of the morning off,” he explained. “Hasn’t got a replacement Grey.”
“Oh,” I said.
“Do you want some company?” he asked me.
“I’d rather be alone,” I smiled, hoping I didn’t hurt his feelings. Sam had been a good friend to me since arriving at Ravenwood.
“Don’t be like that,” he half-smiled. “I’ve got nothing to do. Let me hang with you. Stuff always happens when I’m with you.”
“What sort of stuff?” I frowned.
“Crazy stuff,” he smiled. Then, he was heading away towards the trees.
I followed him until we were hidden by the crop of trees that stretched away from the school building.
“So how come McCain didn’t chuck you into the Rat-house?” he asked me, thrusting his hands into his trouser pockets. It was cold amongst the trees.
“He said he thought there was something different about me,” I explained.
“See, didn’t I say you weren’t like any other girl that I’d ever met?” he smiled, eyes twinkling.
“He said that he wants to match me with some wolf,” I told him. “Apparently this wolf is kinda special. You wouldn’t know what he is talking about, would you?”
“How should I know?” Sam shrugged. “The guy’s a freak. Who knows what he’s talking about.”
We walked amongst the trees in silence; the only sound was the leaves rustling in the wind overhead. Before the silence became uncomfortable, Sam glanced sideways at me and said, “Why did you stick up for Dorsey?”
“I had to,” I shrugged.
“But why?” Sam asked again.
“If I had stood back and watched Dorsey take another beating from that jerk, I don’t think I would’ve been able to ever look at him again without feeling ashamed,” I told him.
“Ashamed of what?”
“Myself,” I said back.
Sam looked thoughtfully at me. “Sometimes, Kayla, I just don’t get you!”
“I was bullied for years,” I blurted out.
“Why would anyone want to bully you?” Sam asked, sounding confused.
“They said I was ugly,” I mumbled, unable to look at him.
“Who said you were ugly?”
“Just a bunch of girls at this boarding school I used to go to before my parents died,” I said.
Sam stopped walking and looked at me. “Kayla, you are not ugly. I don’t know how anyone could ever say that.”
Still unable to look at him, I pictured those black bony lumps that had once jutted from my back, but I couldn’t tell him about those. “Thank you,” I said softly.
There was a moment’s silence in which I could hear Sam’s heart start to race again, as if he was nervous about something. Then, taking a deep breath, he said, “I don’t know how to say this, Kayla, but I think you are...” He paused and I looked at him.
“Are what?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Then, changing the subject, he said, “C’mon, I’ve got an idea that will cheer you up!” That twinkle was back in his eyes again and glowing fiercely.
“What is it?” I asked.
“We’re gonna get outta this place and have some fun!”
“What do you mean we’re going to get out of here?” I asked, going after him as he dashed off through the trees.
“I’ve found a way out of here,” he said over his shoulder.
“But the Greys will notice that we’ve gone,” I said.
“We’ll be back in time for lunch,” he smiled back at me.
“But...” I started. Although my plan had been to leave the school grounds, Sam tagging along hadn’t been part of it.
“No buts,” he said. “I know what your problem is; you need to get outta this place. God knows I do, I’ve been here for months.”
I looked at Sam, and he had that wicked glow in his eyes again, as if his brain was burning inside his skull and the flames were licking at his eyeballs.
Trying to put him off the idea so I could go on alone, I said, “How we gonna get out of this place? Just look at it.” I then pointed at the high stone walls and search towers, which were just visible through the trees.
Grinning, Sam said, “Come with me.”
I followed him into a nearby clump of undergrowth. Branches and brambles reached out for us. I brushed them away. Sam crawled out of the bushes and edged his way along the wall that surround the school grounds. With shoulders rounded, I made my way after him. Sam came to a sudden halt next to a huge chestnut tree, and looked at me.
“What?” I asked him.
“What d’ya see?”
“A tree,” I sighed.
“Not just any old tree,” Sam stressed, pointing skyward while keeping his eyes fixed on me.
I looked up and could see that Sam was pointing at our bridge to freedom.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered. The branches of the chestnut tree were spread out like a giant web. One of the branches reached out further than the others and had worked its way over the top of the wall. Seeing this, I looked back at Sam and smiled.
“I discovered it a few weeks ago,” he explained. “But I’ve never had the guts to go over the wall.”
“Why not?” I asked him.
“I’ve been too scared,” he said sheepishly.
“So what’s changed?”
“You’re with me,” he smiled. Without saying another word, Sam turned and began climbing. I watched Sam shin his way up the trunk of the tree, then like a monkey, he took hold of the nearest branch and swung himself up. I glanced back at the school to make sure that we weren’t being watched. Through the shrubs and trees, I could just make out the search towers and the black outline of the school turrets that corkscrewed up into the morning winter sky.
“Are you coming or what?” Sam said from above.
Looking up, I could see him inching his way across the branch that draped over the top of the wall like a broken arm. I ran to the foot of the tree and began to climb. Hoisting my way up into the branches, I made my way towards my friend. By the time I’d reached the branch, Sam was crouched on top of the wall. Clenching my teeth, I placed one hand in front of the other and crawled across the branch.
