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Half of them roll their eyes but the rest look weary. It’s a pretty big group, maybe fifty of them which is perfect. We need a lot of juice to help Micaela.
“There’s no such thing as-”
Oz whizzes past the group, knocking a bottle off a gravestone. I only know it’s him because of my werewolf instincts. These humans don’t stand a chance.
Everyone freezes, looking over at the spot.
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
Oh, you brave, brave kid, how wrong you are.
The temperature drops drastically, we can see our breaths. Human legend says that’s how you know a ghost is around. It’s bullshit, but Elias is playing off their fears.
The bushes behind their backs rustle but there’s no wind blowing.
Every kid startles, looking back at them.
My ears fill with the sounds of forty mile per hour winds but my skin feels nothing. Fog rolls in, covering the ground.
It’s perfect.
“I told you! I think this place is haunted!” I exclaim.
The kids glare at me and I hold back my scoff. Like they could ever intimidate me.
“It only started when you got here! You’re the one being haunted, leave us alone!”
It’s not part of the plan but maybe it’s better. If they think I’ve left, they’ll have no one to blame. Then I can play too.
I look around my eyes wide, before turning around and booking in the opposite direction.
Once I’m out of their view, I circle back, ducking behind a gravestone to watch the games.
I’m about to jump up, to get involved, when my heart suddenly lightens and every nerve in my body sings. I sag back against the ground under the weight of the relief. Michaela, dressed in all white and translucent, is wandering through the graves and pretending not to see the terrified humans.
She’s going to be okay.
I watch the kids hit each other, before pointing shaky fingers at her. One girl screams at the top of her lungs.
The ghost’s attention swings to the group. Her red eyes stand out even from here.
They scramble up and run in the opposite direction.
Even though Micaela is back, and we don’t need to keep going, I shift and chase them. It’s just folklore that werewolves need the full moon to shift. I use my terrifying form to wring more fear from them before finally letting them escape.
I howl at the moon in joy at having my mate back.
Micaela comes up behind me, analyzing my form. She reaches out a hand, brushing it across the hair covering my arms. It almost tickles but I won’t be telling anyone that.
“This is crazy. You look so awesome,” she tells me. “Incredibly fierce.”
I love that she approves of my monstrous form. I shift back. “Thank fuck you’re back.”
I wrap my arms around her, crushing her against my body.
“Thank you guys for getting me that energy, the potion did drain me,” she explains, still wrapped tight in my arms.
“Don’t ever do that to us again,” Oz demands.
