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I liked her.
ChapterFour
SPENCER
The fresh night breeze blew in through the open window. Lying on my bed, I inhaled it deeply, hoping it would cool down my burning lungs.
Finn was right. The heat and the pain came back right after dusk. But it didn’t mean I believed all the other things he said. If he was a werewolf, which I was sixty-six percent sure of now, then of course he would look at everything from his shifter perspective. But the truth was, there were thousands of people out there with pain in their bones, and I doubted that all of them were about to turn into wolves.
Yet, there was that strange feeling of trust toward him. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but it really weakened my defenses, and I could suddenly picture myself with claws sticking out from the fur on my feet.
My mind flew back to the coffee shop. I remembered the mesmerizing gaze of those gray pupils with golden rings piercing me from under the dark, furrowed eyebrows. Those eyes were gorgeous and compelling, but the power they emitted was terrifying.
What would Mom say if I told her I met a werewolf?
I can’t fucking believe this. I met a werewolf.
Mom was wrong. There were supernatural creatures out there. But I can’t tell her before I’m a hundred percent sure. Not until I see Finn turn.
There was a knock on the door, then it opened, and Mom walked into the room.
“How are you feeling?” She put the jar with the potion on my nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m okay. It’s not that bad,” I lied. I didn’t want her to worry more than she already did.
“Maybe you should ditch school tomorrow? Stay home until you feel better.”
“It doesn’t hurt during the day. I’ll be fine. Are you working tomorrow?” I tried to change the subject.
“No. It’s chilly here. Do you want me to close the window?”
It didn’t work.
“No, Mom, it’s fine. I’ll close it later.”
Then she ran her eyes up and down my bed. “Where’s your blanket?”
I nodded toward the armchair in the corner. She got up to get it, and I decided not to stop her. I even smiled when she covered me.
“Thanks, Mom.”
She kissed me on the cheek. “Call me if you need anything.”
I watched her leave the room. The moment the door closed behind her, I sat up and tossed the blanket back on the armchair. With a deep sigh, I picked up the jar and looked at the familiar liquid. I have tried it before, and I hated it. But the pain was getting worse.
My nose wrinkled as I smelled it. I gulped as much as I could, but I knew it wasn’t enough. Mom said I had to drink at least half of the jar.
I sighed again, then opened the nightstand drawer where I hid the bottle Finn gave me from Mom.
Maybe this one is not that bad.
I removed the cap and drew the bottle to my nose. It smelled just like Mom’s potion. I supposed all dry herbs smelled the same when you mixed them with water.
I hope the taste is different.
I put the bottle to my lips, and holding my breath, took two small sips. It tasted exactly the same too. I glanced at the jar, then at the bottle again.And they are the same yellowish-green color.
Were they both made from the same herb? It surprised me at first, but then I thought that, apparently, in wolves’ and witches’ worlds, this was the herb known as the best remedy against aching bones.
