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“My what?” My eyebrows jumped up.
“It’s okay. You don’t need to hide it from me. I’m like you. I know your wolf hasn’t come out yet but—”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Why? Why does this always happen to me?You think you met this interesting person and then . . . It’s like when you see this perfectly wrapped present under the Christmas tree, and you can’t wait to find out what’s hidden inside that shiny paper, and the moment you rip it off you realize that it was just—What the hell is this? Wolf? Really?
“Is this some kind of new pickup line?” I stared at him. “Because if it is, you better never use it again.”
He bit his lip to suppress the smile.
“Look up.”
I did. “And?” I asked, staring at the moon in the sky right above us.
“It’s full.”
“Oh, now I get it.” I shook my head, then glared at him. “You know what, it was nice meeting you,”or I thought it was, “but I need to go.”
“Holy Alpha,” he released a soft gasp. But as I scowled at him, he added, “Bet . . . Alphabet.” He grinned. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” He looked confused now. “You really have no idea what you are?”
“WhatI am?”I know what I am. I’m a witch.But it was not what he was talking about. “I’m notwhat, I’mwho.”
Suddenly, his face became firm.
“You said you were not feeling well. What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s not the first time. It will pass.”
“Okay. Let me guess. It happens once a month. You feel angry without any reason. You feel this heat like your whole body is on fire, and your bones are in pain like they’re about to crack.”
I stared at him. “How did you—”
“When is your birthday?” he went on. “When are you turning eighteen?”
The seriousness of his tone alarmed me.
“June twelfth.”
“You still have a month before it happens. And when the next full moon comes, it will be much, much worse.”
“Before what happens?” I rubbed my aching arm.
“No one ever talked to you about this, did they?” He shook his head. “I can’t believe this. Listen,” he said softly, taking a step closer, “you need to talk to your parents. Right away. Tell them about your pain in detail and tell them that it happens on a full moon. They will know what it means. Or at least one of them will. You have parents,” he looked at me with doubt, “don’t you?”
“Yeah. I have my mom.” I glanced at my house fifty feet away.
“Only a mother. And in the middle of nowhere.” He said, mostly to himself, narrowing his eyes. “Interesting.”
“I need to go,” I started walking away. “This is so weird,” I muttered under my breath.
“Wait.” He caught up with me. “You should have my number. I’ll stay here for another couple of days in case you need me. If you have any questions, call me at once.” He stretched out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
I hesitated for a moment, but the inexplicable trust I felt before nudged me, and I handed it over. He didn’t ask for my number, so it wasn’t a big deal after all.
The second he returned the phone, I hurried away.
“My name is Finn,” he threw after me.
