Suddenly Ben was beside her. He said something, but I couldn't hear.
"Go. Now. Go."
He thrust his hand into the fire and leaped back, his fur melted, his skin red with future blisters.
Another chunk of plaster crashed to the ground outside the circle. To me it made no sound, but they heard the dull thud, jumped, and looked at the ceiling. Mary cringed like a whipped dog.
Ben stared at me.
"Go now. Go. Go."
He understood. His clawed hand grasped Mary's shoulder and pushed her back. The she-wolf hesitated for a moment and ran.
My sight faded completely. The beating of my heart filled my ears like a tolling of a great bell. I couldn't feel my body, as if it no longer existed. Blind and deaf, I remained in the middle of nothing, swaying, while above me the undead brought the ceiling down.
