Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Under My Skin - The Prequel and Pics!
Judith worked with the amazing illustrator and graphic designer, Val Cox. Below I've included her stunning pictures - meet Eryn, Alec and Wade!
Mom and I stood in the clearing, a fine mist of fog hovered a foot off the ground, snaking through the tall grasses. The damp ground smelled fresh and inviting. A gentle breeze brought the savoury scents of the forest to us. One scent stood out above the others. In synchronism we turned our heads. A deer pranced at the edge of the woods.
Shooting me a mischievous glance, Mom raised her arms, embracing the change. Her elegant form shimmered before me. Her hair whipped around in a wind of paranorm making. Energy crackled in the air. An instant later a sleek black wolf stood in my mother’s place.
The change took me then too.
Together we charged through the grass. Black wolf and grey wolf. Mother and daughter. Wolven.
The deer bolted.
We separated, flanking the panicked creature. In wolf form the complications of my human life slipped away. No more questions, just the thrill of the hunt. I was strong.
A different scent lit the air. Ignoring the black wolf’s sharp cry, I darted after the more intense lure.
A snarl. A lunge. A bite.
I feasted as if I’d never had a fresh kill before.
“Eryn, what have you done?” Mom, returned to her human form, stared down at me, horrified. Her beautiful porcelain skin paled to a chalky white, her delicate features twisted into a grimace. The revulsion in her eyes gutted me as if she’d swiped a claw across my belly.
I glanced down at the earth. At the bloodstained shoe that remained. A human. I had attacked a human. My stomach rolled.
“Help me!” I tried to scream, but in wolf form I couldn’t sound out the words.
Mom backed away, shaking her head.
I ran to her, not fast enough to reach her side.
She slipped into the mist.
Leaving me and the beast that had slipped over me like a second skin.
I woke on a strangled sob. My teeth throbbed in my mouth. The coppery taste of blood lingered. The hum of an old-fashioned slide projector brought me back to the present.
Someone had flicked on the lights.
“That was must have been some daydream,” Mrs. Stantial said over the snickers of the entire art history class. “Are you alright, Eryn?”
I stared blankly into her concerned, I-bet-this-kid-needs-therapy eyes and let out a jerky breath.
“Oh, I’m just peachy.”
Don't forget to enter the contest for an Under My Skin Prize Pack - open internationally & closes Friday.