"Ginger Snaps 4: Heavenless"

10. Flammable

Flames, Ghost thought as she cleared the final stretch and got to the boundaries of the Palace of Rest. Flames, if only I could make fire. If only I could burn Brigittewolf like I burned Barbara, if only I had gas to light, in a container.

The gas pumps, rusty and still, hung a little ways from where she was standing. Gas pumps had gas, and she always had a lighter on her, because fire was the ultimate weapon against the beasts. Fire consumed and fire burned and fire was nice, and she needed fire now. Fire would banish or vanquish the Brigittewolf, whichever came first.

Ghost took the pump and rose to her tip-toes to be able to level herself. She lifted from her shoulder, like Burnt Barbara had taught her to, and cradled the pump. It was a lunk of metal, heavy and quite immovable by her standards. She rose a leg and put the pump on her lap to take out the lighter.

The Brigittewolf reared her head out from the line of trees up ahead. Ghost saw the movement, but refused to focus on it. She had the lighter in her hand. With her thumb, she flicked the cap open and...

"Kid, what are you doing there!"

Ghost looked up. A man wearing jeans, and a black, fur-lined bomber jacket. The owner of the station, maybe?

No. The King of the Palace of Rest.

"Is that a lighter in your hand..?"

The wolf's cry came and Ghost knew that she was coming.