Page 57 of Primal Hunger
A roar explodes outside, ripping through the air and making my hairs stand on end.
Shit.
Something’s wrong.
Whatever is happening with Syros and the other monster outside, it’s nothing good. And I have to hurry.
“There has to be a way for us to connect through more than these radio waves,” Tyler says. An edge has entered his voice. “We have to be able to find a bridge between our worlds. I’m gonna get you back, Erin. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll get you back.”
The poor guy sounds ready to cry, like his guilt has finally gotten to him enough to prick through even the strongest wall of stoic machismo.
College kids.
“I’m not sure how we can do it, but there’s got to be a way,” I say, my own dread seeping into my voice. “Otherwise, I’ll be forced to wait for the winter solstice.”
“Will you be able to survive that long?”
The starkness of the reminder isn’t helpful, and it clangs around in my head and heart like someone unraveling a pile of chains.
“I’ll either have to survive or we find another bridge. Those are the options right now.” The idea of radio waves tickles the back of my mind.
I glance at the door again, my eyes wide enough to have them burning. “What if there is somehow a way to amplify the static, not just on my side but on yours? Could we cause a rift big enough for a person to walk through? My physics is rusty.”
Rusty? Try nonexistent.
That kind of theory isn’t really my forte.
“I have no idea how to do that. I barely know what you’re talking about,” Tyler replies.
So, it’s a long shot and I’ve never heard of anything like that happening before. At least, not in any of the research I’ve done.
The theory of other worlds on top of ours has always been just that—a theory. Other paranormal investigators haven’t been able to gather concrete evidence to prove or disprove it. Until now.
Yet, Tyler and I made a connection on this channel. And where there is connection, there is a possibility to expand it. He’ll have to be the one to do the research, though; I’ve got none of my books or notes on this side.
“None of my college courses have prepared me for this. It’s entirely out of my scope, Erin!”
His voice cracks.
“Okay, don’t panic, Tyler.” How am I the one trying to calmhimdown? “We’ll find a way. You have all of my equipment there.”
Tyler laughs, hysterically, and says, “I want to save you, I do. So tell me what I need to look for and I’ll do it. I’ll even talk to my old physics professor if you want, and he failed me out of his class. But I’ll do it.”
“I appreciate your willingness,” I say dryly. And I do.
Another roar sounds from outside, and I flinch at the violence in it.
“I’ll work on it from my end, nonstop. What do you have there with you?” Tyler asks.
I scan the room and start taking a mental inventory of all of Syros’ trinkets. Good thing I’ve always been pretty handy.
All my childhood years of Girlscouts, don’t fail me now.
There aren’t exactly a whole lot of options when buying the sort of electronic scanners most paranormal investigators use. I’ve ended up making a lot of them myself, outside of thecameras we placed around the woods and the one I’d left for Tyler.
My father used to hate when I’d take apart his clocks and things to check their insides and see how they work. Syros has to have something in his collection I can use. Even the watches will be useful.
It’s a matter of seizing the opportunity in front of you.
