With the chapel door lying in splinters at our feet, a flood of shrieking and terrified children shoved past us and out into the night. A timid-looking girl with tears streaming down her face spotted Potter’s huge claws and came to a standstill before him. She looked up into his face, her bottom lip wobbling and her body trembling. She was so fixated on Potter that she failed to see the giant paw that lunged from the darkness of the chapel and grabbed for her. Potter saw it though, and in a blaze of movement, he had seized hold of the attacking werewolf and dragged it into the foyer.
With his claws and fangs flashing in the strobe lighting, he pulled apart the wolf’s giant jaws. The cracking sound that came from the wolf as its face was torn apart was so loud that it could be heard over the boom-boom of the music which was still playing.
The young girl stood rooted to the spot and watched as Potter sunk his fangs into what was left of the wolf’s giant head. Then, as if in the early stages of throwing a fit, the girl began to shake all over in fright. Her mouth dropped open and she began to scream. Potter snapped his head up and looked at the girl. With blood smeared around his mouth and stringy pieces of flesh hanging from his fangs, he said to the girl, “If I were you, sweetheart, I’d get out of here before this turns nasty.”
How much nastier Potter intended this rescue to become, I dared not imagine, but heeding his warning, the girl turned on her heels, and screaming, she fled the chapel. With her cries fading into the distance, Potter stood and wiped the blood from his mouth with his forearm.
Catching me staring at him, he looked at me and said, “What?”
“Nothing,” I said back and turned to look at Isidor, who was now firing wave after wave of stakes into the flashing darkness. The sound of howling nearly drowned out the song The Time by The Black Eyed Peas, which was now thundering throughout the chapel. Then, from within the darkness, I saw a series of bright yellow lights begin to flash. It took me a moment to realise that it wasn’t part of the strobe lighting that I could see, but the burning eyes of the wolves as they came towards us.
“I’m going to get Kayla,” Isidor shouted over the pumping music and the snarling that was now coming from the approaching wolves.
Before I had a chance to say anything, Isidor was leaping and spinning over the heads of the wolves and releasing a volley of stakes into them. The wolves raised their colossal heads and gnashed their foaming jaws at him. But Isidor was too quick for them, and their jaws crunched down on nothing more than air. Some turned to go after him, but the main pack fixed their crazy yellow eyes on Potter and me and charged us.
“Ready, sweetcheeks?” Potter grinned at me, and just like the words in The Black Eyed Peas song that was playing, he looked as if he was having the time of his life. Then he was gone, launching himself through the air at the wolves. His arms moved so fast that they were nothing more than a blur of movement. Fur and chunks of wolf flesh spattered the walls, ceiling, and floor of the chapel.
I watched several of the wolves bound towards Potter, knocking him off his feet and sending him skidding on his back across the dance floor. And in the strobe lights that continued to pulse and flash all around us, everything seemed to move in slow motion. I watched as Potter disappeared beneath a mountain of fur and muscle, and I shot through the air, fangs and claws gleaming.
My razor-sharp fingernails sliced in the flanks of a wolf, and as I felt it spasm beneath me, it snapped its giant head around to see who or what was on it. With its teeth just inches from my face, it gnashed at me. Jerking my head backwards, I buried my free claw into one of its massive eyeballs. Something close to puss burst from its eye socket and splashed me. It felt warm and sticky against my face. I ripped my other claw from its belly, dragging my nails in a zigzag motion so the wound could never be closed. The wolf shrieked and convulsed as its entrails spilled from the ragged hole that I had cut in it. Within seconds the wolf lay motionless, its giant pink tongue lolling from between its jaws. I stood up,then was swiped sideways across the chapel. I crashed into the far wall, splinters of wood showering through the air. I rolled onto my back as a huge black wolf leapt on me. Pinning me down with his giant paws, it looked into my face with its seething eyes.
“Who are you?” the wolf roared over the music, the sounds of ripping, tearing, and howling now seemed louder than the music. “What sort of creature are you?”
I tried wriggling free of him, but he was so heavy that I found it difficult to breathe, let alone move.
“How dare you interrupt my ceremony!” he howled into my face, his breath so hot, that it felt as if I were staring into a furnace.
“You call stealing the souls of children a ceremony?” I spat.
“Do you not know who I am?” he roared. “I’m McCain, the Match Maker.”
Realising who it was beneath the fur and remembering how he had ripped Emily Clarke to pieces, I knew that I was in trouble. I could fight back, but I didn’t want to kill him. I wanted McCain alive, but I doubted he felt the same way about me.
“You’re nothing but a murderer, McCain, and I’m gonna prove it,” I screamed at him. “I’m gonna bring your whole world down around you. I’m going to make sure that you never hurt another child again!”
“And how are you going to do that when you’re dead?” he woofed, then licked the length of my face.
With his whiskered snout so close to my face, I lifted my head off the dance floor and whispered in his ear. “I’m dead already.”
Then, I sunk my fangs into him.