The Doctor by Jennifer Bull Read Free Book Online

climbed in the back of the car with the boy, trying not to cover everything in blood, and Tom got in the front. The journey to headquarters passed in silence, aside from the sniffs coming from my left. I was not in the mood to babysit right now. It probably only took us half an hour before we arrived, but it felt so much longer. I couldn’t stop thinking of Tez lying there helpless. I should have done more to help, searched harder for the werewolf. I should have known he was above us, that he was going to attack us.
    Just as we pulled into the parking lot, my phone rang. Jake was calling to say Tez was scheduled for surgery later that day, but everything was looking good. I relayed the information to Tom who sighed with relief and seemed to lighten up. We took the boy inside to the temporary lock-up. He’d have to go and join the others eventually, but first we needed to see if he knew anything.  
    I spent hours with the boy that day, trying to delve into his mind and recover any memories that had been locked away. As usual, there was nothing. Whoever had done this to him had also cleared the memories out of his head.
    It was not the first time I had thought that the Doctor showed signs of being an advanced telepath. There were tells in the boy’s head that suggested someone had entered his mind before. Damage to the mind always left visible traces, if you knew where to look.
    If the Doctor had managed to manipulate his victims’ minds so far that they completely believed they had these monsters inside them, it was conceivable that this could manifest in physical changes in the body. A simple case of mind over matter. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d seen it. But the extent to which the Doctor invaded their minds was concerning to say the least. I knew there were parts of my ability that could be pushed further, but it had never occurred to me to try; the results could be indescribably horrific if I did. But maybe that’s just what the Doctor had done.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Daniel's Story

    Zach was still staring out the window, trying unsuccessfully to remain hidden, waiting for me to make my next move. The wolf paused for a moment, as if he was contemplating what to do, then he turned his back on the visitor centre. I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew now that the wolf had just been playing. If he’d wanted to kill them, they’d be dead by now, not safely hidden in the visitor centre. He was just trying to torture me, make me try to regain control and watch me fail. Wear me down so I couldn’t do anything again. He wanted to stay in control this time.
    Relieved that Ty and Zach were now safe—well, as safe as they could be anyway—my thoughts turned to Rex and Beth. The wolf looked up and sniffed the air intently, then cocked his head to one side and listened. I just had to hope they’d made it out the park and weren’t hiding. The wolf would find them if they were. Then I remembered I had the car keys. They weren’t going anywhere quickly, that was for sure.
    The wolf was pleased, I could feel it. He was licking drops of Ty’s blood off his fur, and I was feeling distinctly sick. This pleased the wolf too. He flexed his claws and sniffed again, no doubt ready to move on to Rex and Beth. I hope they had managed to get away. Maybe they were safely with Jeff in his lodge. He must have seen everything on his screens. But why wasn’t he here already? He had tranquillisers in the lodge, just in case something like this happened. I couldn’t understand why he hadn’t come after me yet.  
    I wondered if I could try and trick the wolf into running close to the lodge. If I could do that then Jeff would have to tranquillise me. Assuming he wasn’t fast asleep, which was the most likely reason why he hadn’t stopped me yet. With a deep sniff, the wolf growled and ran into the park. Okay, that wasn’t going to work. He had other plans.
    I groaned inwardly as we neared the Zipper. I could hear whispered voices