still and silent except for the small tabby that had been a tiger. He was looking around, confused.
âLeave Jack alone,â Emma said. She spoke slowly, hoping her voice wasnât shaking too much. âI . . . Iâm your new Pride-Heart, and that means . . . Jack said you have to listen to me.â
âSee? What did I tell you?â Jack laughed. âShe was right under your nose the whole time. I gave her the Heartâs Blood so she could find her sister. Arenât you glad I saved you from being a Heart-Killer like me, Cricket?â
âThe Heartâs Blood was supposed to be mine,â Cricket spat angrily. âAnd a human canât be a Pride-Heart. Give it back.â
âI donât know if she can,â said the gray cat. Emma glanced at him nervously. He walked over to her and sniffed. âInteresting. Very interesting.â
âSheâs a human, Fat Leon. She canât be a Pride-Heart,â Cricket insisted. âWe can kill her and the Heart-Killer Jack, and put an end to all of this.â
None of the cats moved.
âOh, itâs not so bad being a Heart-Killer,â Jack said. There was a bloody gash on his side. He licked it slowly. âYou all depend too much on your precious magic anyway. Youâve forgotten what you can do with just your teeth and claws.â
âA catâs not a true cat without magic,â Cricket spat. âCreatures like you donât deserve to live.â She looked back at Emma. âI donât know what game you think youâre playing at, human, but you will never be our Pride-Heart. The Heartâs Blood is mine. Itâs not even working properly. Bits of magic here and there. Pathetic. The sooner your pet Heart-Killer murders you, the better.â
Then she turned and leaped over the fence, disappearing into the forest.
âThis is . . . unexpected,â the fat gray cat said to Emma, âbut youâre just a kitten, arenât you? You need to grow up a bit, learn how to use your magic. Maybe then weâll be back.â He sniffed again, and his tail flicked from side to side once. Then he squeezed through the fence and walked away, casually, like there wasnât any hurry. Or like he was deep in thought. The other cats glanced at each other uncertainly, then followed him.
Only Jack remained, and the small tabby with the crazy fur and the large head. âIâve never met a human Pride-Heart before,â he said in a surprisingly loud voice, bouncing up to her, then away again nervously. âI donât mind. I bet youâll be more fun than the last Pride-Heart. She hardly gave me any magic at all!â
Jack hissed and swiped at the air, and the tabby bounded after the others into the forest.
Emma sat on the grass. She was shaking all over. For a few moments she didnât say anything. âAre you okay?â she asked after a while, looking over at Jack.
He stopped licking his wounds for a moment. âIâll be fine. Iâve had sparrows put up more of a fight. They tasted better, too.â
âI thought you said theyâd listen to me,â Emma said.
âI said they
will
listen to you. And thatâs true, they will. You might have to tear them up a little first, thatâs all. Nothing to worry about.â
âRight,â Emma muttered. âCats donât worry about anything. Well, it would be nice if you would worry a little more about telling me when Iâm going to be attacked by giant cats. Iâll need to clean up all that glass in the kitchen.â She hesitated, looking at the shredded back of the trailer. âI suppose Iâll have to tell my mom and dad, sooner or later. I canât keep it a secret if theyâre in danger.â
But she had no idea how she was actually going to use cat magic and a pride to find Helena. She didnât know where to start.
Jack went back to licking his wounds. âLet me know when
Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie