Frostbite- Chapter 37

“There’s something you need to see,” Bobby told her. Fenech, she thought. She should start thinking of him by that name, since it was clear that whatever had once been between them was over. It was hard, though. She watched him as he turned and walked away from her and she thought about how she knew exactly what it would feel like to run up behind him and run her fingers over the top of his spiky hair.

“Lester, get this thing ready, okay?” he snapped. It looked like he might have had a bad morning.

The pilot ducked his head and ran to his helicopter. He was ready to go by the time the other two got there. “Might be there’s room for three in here, as long as we’re all friends,” he assured her. He held open the Plexiglas door on the side of the bubble cockpit and moved around some of the baggage for her. Chey clambered into the space behind the two seats and sat with her knees up around her chin. She had to hold down the front of her sweater to keep from flashing the two men.

Then Bobby and Lester got inside and pulled the door shut. The air in the cockpit changed, subtly, and Chey found her breathing came a little faster. She didn’t know what to make of that. Once Lester had them off the ground and she could look out at the blue sky and the trees below them she was pretty much fine, she decided.

Lester and Bobby had headphone sets so they could talk to each other over the roar of the engine. She had to make do with her hands over her ears just to keep from being deafened. Still, when she saw where they were headed she tried to shout over the noise and warn them away.

Ignoring her pleas, Lester descended toward the clearing by Powell’s cabin. The rotorwash stirred up a ton of pine needles and curled brown leaves as they set down gently on the almost- level ground. As the engine wound down she grabbed Bobby’s shoulder and said, “This is a lousy idea. He’s probably lurking nearby, waiting for you to mess with his stuff.”

“Good. If he is I can shoot him,” Bobby told her. He shrugged violently.

They piled out of the helicopter and moved across the front of the house, Chey craning her head back and forth to try to pick up any stray noise.

“Relax,” Bobby finally told her. “I’ve already been through this place once and he didn’t pop out of the woodwork to get me.” He pointed and she saw that the front door of the cabin stood open. She could only see shadows inside, but she understood what he was trying to tell her. Powell had moved on—as he always had before. Had he run off to the north? There wasn’t much farther he could go.





“You think he’s gone for good?” she asked.

“No,” he told her, “I don’t think he’ll leave until he’s dealt with you and me. That’s what I would do. But what the hell do I know? I skipped Werewolf Psychology 101 when I was at McGill.”

“Maybe—” Chey hated the sound of her own voice as she said, “maybe we should leave. Go back south, I mean.”

He turned to look at her then, and she realized that he hadn’t really made eye contact since they’d been reunited. He looked right into her eyes then and smiled a tiny, cold smile. “Chey, this guy’s a killer.”

“I know,” she said, “but—”

“Come on,” he told her. “Maybe you need a little reminder why we’re up here.” He led her around the side of the house to where the two small outbuildings stood. She remembered how one used to have smoke leaking out of its eaves. She had assumed he was curing meat in there. “There’s a big tank of diesel fuel in that shed,” Bobby told her, pointing to the other one. “Some tools, some firewood. No big surprise. When we looked in here, though,” he said, pointing to the smokehouse, “well, that’s where all the nasty is.”

She expected him to walk over to the shed and throw open the door, but he didn’t. So she stepped up and pulled it open herself. She wasn’t immediately clear on what he’d found so exciting about its contents. It had occurred to her that instead of a smokehouse it might be a sweat lodge. What she found couldn’t be far off that guess. A small fire pit sat in the center of the tiny space and there were various implements lying near it—a smudge stick, an eagle feather, a copper bowl—that looked like the magical tools an ancient Paleo- Indian shaman might use. Hanging from a rack on the ceiling were long strips of tanned leather like belts with no buckles, dozens of them. Interspersed among them hung similar strips of fur. Wolf fur in various different colors.

Powell had been making wolf straps. She remembered him telling her about the lycanthropes of Germany, who supposedly could change from wolf to human by putting on magical belts. He’d said he’d looked into the old legend and found nothing there. She hadn’t realized that he had tried to make his own wolf strap, but it made perfect sense now that she saw the proof.

“Yeah,” she said. “He told me he’s been looking for a cure for decades now.” She left out the fact that he had failed at everything he’d tried. “What’s the big deal, though? So he works with leather.”

Bobby stood by the side of the shed, not really looking inside. “That’s not cowhide he’s got there,” he told her. “That stuff is human skin. It wouldn’t surprise me if some of it came off your dad.”

Check out the previous chapters of Frostbite right here.


Excerpted from Frostbite: A Werewolf Tale by David Wellington. Copyright © 2009 by David Wellington. Published in the Unites States by Three Rivers Press, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc. Published in the UK as Cursed by Piatkus Books, an imprint of Little, Brown Book Group.



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Thanks for putting it up here, Alex:) I think it's a really important piece of work, and everyone should watch it, both for the heartbreaking truth, and the inspiration that can be found there.
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Yep Edward...here I was annoyed at the Cable prices today, and my internet being down for awhile, and then I look at that picture and feel like the spoiled idiot I should feel like.
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I do have a cold and quite harsh point of view about this: we are too many for our planet. That's a fact. I do believe there should be a real investment in birth control measures in 3rd world countries as they exist in China, for the health of their own population and ultimately, for the survival of the entire planet. This is as important as ecological laws. We don't have enough resources to everybody.
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It's a sad state of affairs when people's responses to seeing this type of stuff is "you think YOU have it bad?!" when in fact may of our poor neighborhoods are fast on their way to becoming this.
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I also hate to be harsh but when we donate money and food to Third World areas of crisis and poverty, we actually increase the problem to some degree. They will then have more children, resulting in more population growth in an area that could not sustain them to begin with, and a worse crisis that needs more help.

Its a cruel truth.

Focus should be placed on population reduction to a degree that the land can sustain them (sex education, birth control, Assistance to those who participate in education programs instead of popping out more kids). When that point is reached (and yes, sadly a population decline would have to be involved) then education on agriculture and sustainablilty should be the next step.
Life is harsh, our current "feed em" band-aid solution is not working.
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I often wonder if someday, should impoverished areas get access to the internet... if things will change.
Imagine websites like Etsy, where people can make a crap-load of money for their overpriced homemade items.
$100-200 for a steampunk themed lamp made from junk parts... for example.
Now imagine being in some third world area, and having access to such a site, being able to create the same thing from junk parts, sell it for dramatically less (even with shipping) , and feed your family for a very long time.
I think globalization may be the eventual equalizer of the world. Some see that as a good thing, others bad. *shrug*
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This is waht i see everyday on my way to work.....I live in Caracas, just in front of that barrio they show in the slides and let me tell you with Chavez is growing more each year...
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People in impoverished areas have access to internet, whenever you look up at a Favela (the Brazilian equivalent of the barrio), you see tons of illegal cables going everywhere for electricity and internet, there are plenty of internet cafes and people share acess. What people in 3rd world countries need is access to proper education, job training and opportunity to achieve their full potential. Chavez is just another paternalist, populist, big talker, in a long tradition of Latin American leaders of that sort. Somehow all the money from the largest oil reserve in South America ends up buying Russian vessels and submarines. Maybe with Obama in power Americans will open their eyes to how ridiculous this man is.
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you know, the worst part is these people came from rural areas and used to have better lives there, they move to the city because they want to be part of the urban life that the media is slamming into their faces. it's just sad because when they visit their rural origins, they would never admit to their neighbors how their lives suck, thus encouraging them to do the same.

that's the case in my country.
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"Imagine websites like Etsy, where people can make a crap-load of money for their overpriced homemade items.
" - Non

There is a site similar to that called Kiva. http://www.kiva.org/
Except that you yourself can donate money to that individual so they can start a business.
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I'm venezuelan and I live in Caracas, fortunately in a nice middle class neighborhood. As much as it is painful to see how these people live, it's also interesting to see how they do NOT want to leave those places, it's their home, and they just want to improve in that same place that can not be improved by any means.
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"Maybe with Obama in power Americans will open their eyes to how ridiculous this man is."

Obama wants the US to have similar socialist policies. Bush went after guys like this. Obama might end up waking Americans up to the idea that Big Government doesn't work because people in government have the ability to use force to accomplish their agenda. If anything, Mr. Bush and Obama failed to see that the government spending money could not and would not solve our problems. They are both failures in the libertarian view, Chaves with his full fledged anti free speech campaign along with socialist economic views take the cake. Classic dictator.
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