I was positive she was fighting an intense urge to bite one of the werewolves.My blood wouldn’t smell appealing to her in the slightest.
Their foreheads creased as they watched us.
We’d be much better off if we drugged them or something, but I wasn’t going to do that. I’d rather have Maverick or his enforcers racing to catch us than to live with the knowledge that I’d basically poisoned someone.
I mouthed, “I’m sorry,” and we ran.
They didn’t have time to lock the doors.
It took all of two seconds to get her in the passenger seat of Maverick’s car and take the drivers’ myself. Even with the pack’s mental communication, the werewolves wouldn’t be fast enough to catch us or stop us, and I didn’t think they’d know how to track Maverick’s car immediately.
If they did, they’d learn what Harper was at the gathering, along with everyone else.
I didn’t think there would be time for me to feed on anyone else, but that was okay. I didn’t have the heart to bite anyone but Maverick anyway. I’d survive until they decided whether to kill me.
Part of me thought being murdered might be preferable to facing Maverick after he realized exactly what I’d been hiding from him, and how long I’d been hiding it for.
The other part of me knew that my immortality was probably worth facing the Alpha with the truth. I’d miss out on a lot of paperwork if I died this young.
Harper clutched my hand through the whole drive back to Vast.
I drove way too fast.
We didn’t see any sign of a werewolf tailing us, and we’d left our phones in her room so they couldn’t contact us or track us.
Neither of us said a word until we parked in front of the bar where the gathering was happening.
“I love you,” Harper whispered.
“I love you too. You’re the best friend I ever could’ve asked for.”
“I’m better than any friend you could’ve asked for, bitch.” There was little energy behind her words.
I laughed tearily anyway.
Her smile was wobbly. “I’m not stable, Bloom. We need to find my mom fast.”
I nodded.
This was it.
This was… the end.
I didn’t anticipate how difficult it would be to force myself to act normal while walking my best friend to her death.
We slipped through the front doors.
They checked our IDs, even though they greeted us by name.
Handed Harper a red wristband, too.
And we went inside.
It was uncomfortably normal.
Green Yellows waved at me from the booth. He hadn’t given up yet, apparently.
Timber sat in the corner, near the door. He stared at me, his gaze flicking between me and Harper and his forehead creasing.
