The Calling (Darkness Rising 2)

A layer of marine fog covered the surface. As I stood there with my toes in the icy water, tendrils of fog slipped around my ankles and I remembered a line about fog coming in on little cat's feet.

Cats. Cougars. Skin-walkers. Rafe.

My stomach clenched and my toes clenched, too. I closed my eyes and struggled to ground myself.

"Can you see the land?" Nicole whispered beside me.

I pointed. "See the treetops above the fog?"

She nodded, then rubbed down goose bumps on her arms. "About earlier. I--I don't know why I blew up like that."

"Your dad just died."

"I know..." She nudged a submerged rock. "I'm still sorry."

"It's okay."

"Are you sure we should do this?" Hayley called from a few feet away. "It's so cold. Is it safe?"

I looked over at her and Corey and Sam, standing along the shoreline, arms wrapped around themselves, their faces as gray as the fog. Fear and confusion on every face. Terror on Sam's, as she stared wide-eyed into the fog.

Daniel and I went first. Kenjii circled me as I eased into the water. When she realized I wasn't just taking a walk into the surf, she leaped in front of me, barking, ordering me to dry land. I continued on, up to my waist now. She snapped at my fingers and tried to herd me back to shore.

"Maybe there's something out there," Nicole called. "Didn't someone catch a great white shark a few years ago? And we have plenty of killer whales."

"Great whites don't come this far inland," I called back. "And I doubt this stretch of water is deep enough for orcas, but even if it is, they don't attack in the wild. You're only at risk if you're jumping into their aquarium tank."

"Kenjii just knows Maya doesn't like to swim," Daniel said. "Here, I'll take her--"

He reached for her collar. She growled and he pulled back.

"Or maybe not..."

Kenjii lowered her head and whined, as if in apology.

"She's scared and confused," I said. No, we are, and she's sensing it. "Just give me a sec to calm her down."

I petted her and promised her it was okay. Once she'd relaxed, I told Daniel to go on ahead with her, so she couldn't see me. She glanced back a couple of times, but when I seemed to be staying put, she let Daniel take her for a swim.

Corey went in behind Hayley, herding her. She was on the swim team, so she should be fine, but she was still disoriented from her near-drowning experience. Sam went next, her chin up, expression unreadable. Daniel had asked Nicole--who was also on the swim team--to go last and help anyone who fell behind, namely me.

I'd estimated the strip of water to be about a kilometer. That's just over three thousand feet. Not a short distance. Not an incredibly long one either, or so I kept telling myself as I paddled through the frigid water. It was half of the distance from my house to the park gates. One sixth the distance of the Run for the Mountain event I did in Nanaimo every year. One twentieth the distance of the Harbour City Half Marathon I ran last fall.

Easy. Except for the fact that I loved to walk and run, but hated swimming. Part of my skin-walker heritage, I guess. When I get in water deeper than a bathtub, there's this part of my brain that screams at me to get out, and no amount of self-talk ever silences it.

But maybe this time that part of my brain realized, as a cougar would, that there was a difference between swimming for pleasure and swimming for survival. While I was cold and uncomfortable, I stayed relatively calm. Even managed something close to an actual breaststroke, which I'm sure made Nicole happy, stuck at my snail's pace as the others pulled away.

Every now and then I could make out Daniel's dark shape as he glanced back to check on us. No one said a word. Only the splash of hands and feet hitting water broke the eerie silence. I couldn't see how much farther we had to go. Couldn't see how far we'd come. Just fog everywhere, my friends dark blotches in the gray.

Sam was huffing off to the side. She liked to scrap, but she wasn't an athlete, and she sounded winded. I was about to veer her way when she stopped puffing, as if she'd gotten her second wind. Or stopped swimming. I opened my mouth to call to Daniel to check on her.

Before I could speak, my foot brushed something. A fish I presumed, but then it wrapped around my ankle and yanked me down.

I didn't fight at first. Something had my foot. Something was pulling me under. Just like a year ago, when Serena drowned. For a second, I thought, That's it--I'm having a nightmare. Everything that had happened today--the fire, the crash, Rafe--was clearly just part of a bad dream. It had to be.

Then I began to choke and the survival instinct took over. I kicked. I flailed. But something kept dragging me under.

No, not something--someone.