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“Bye, Finn.”
“Good night, Spencer.”
He knows my name? Crazy stalker.
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FINN
I watched her get into the house before returning to my car and driving back to the motel.
I couldn’t believe this. She was so close to her first shift, and she had no idea who she was. I was sure her mother wasn’t a wolf. It wasn’t something you could hide from your family. Well, maybe she could. But why? And why not tell her daughter, who was about to become one?
Back in my room, I laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
Was it possible that the mother had no clue what was happening to Spencer? If so, then there were only two reasons I could think of. First—Spencer could’ve been adopted. And second—her mother had a one-night stand or a short-lived affair with a werewolf who never told her who he was before he disappeared.
If one of these two theories was right, and her mother, just like Spencer herself, had no clue what was coming, then Spencer was very dangerous. She could hurt, even kill, someone.
And I couldn’t even begin to imagine how scared she would be after the transformation when she realized the excruciating pain that she went through turned her into an animal.
No, I couldn’t leave town until I knew she was taken care of.
It was a full moon and my wolf begged me to let him out, and I was too agitated to sleep anyways. I changed into sweatpants, got in the car, and headed to the grove.
ChapterTwo
SPENCER
The lights in the living room were off, which meant Mom was already in bed. I released a moan of relief as I took off my shoes, then, trying to be quiet, I climbed to the second floor.
“Spencer, is that you?” Mom called the moment I opened my bedroom door.
“Yes, Mom, who else is there?”
She was still awake, and I lingered in the hallway for a second, wondering if I should tell her about the guy. Not that I believed the nonsense he poured down on me, but he freaked me out a little. I already had my frustration with Brian, my boiling blood, and my aching bones to keep me up all night. Maybe if I shared the stranger’s raving aboutsensingmy wolfwith my mom, the creepy feeling would go away, and itwould be one thing less to worry about.
So you want to unload that crap onto your mother in the middle of the night to make sure she wouldn’t sleep either?I walked into my room and shut the door.
I took off my shirt and the skirt, slipped into my PJ shorts, and headed to the bathroom. While I brushed my teeth, I went over the whole conversation with the Finn guy.
I’ve asked my mom all those questions about werewolves and vampires hundreds of times since I was a kid. She was a witch, and so were her dead parents and the whole ancestry. She knew things about the supernatural world. Werewolves didn’t exist. She made it clear.
And that's the exact opposite of what Finn was talking about. He was telling me that there were werewolves out there and that I’m about to become one.
Me? A wolf?I snorted, splashing the toothpaste all over the mirror.
I was warm, and it felt like there was no air in the room. I removed the blanket from the bed and tossed it in the armchair in the corner. Then I opened the window and picked up my phone, which was blinking with notifications, from the nightstand. There were a couple of messages from Alex asking what happened between me and Brian, why was he so upset, and why did I leave so early? I sent her a short reply sayingI’ll explain later.
Also, there were several texts and calls from Brian. The texts were saying that he was sorry and asking me to answer his call or text him back. But I was too mad at him, so I didn’t do either.
I laid down and looked at the full moon as it bathed me in its silver-blue light and listened to the silence.
I was in pain. Nearly one hour passed, and I was still trying to find a comfortable position. But no matter how I placed my legs or my arms, they were hurting like a bitch.
And I couldn’t stop thinking about Finn. All this time, I was thinking about what he said about me. Then suddenly, I remembered what he said about himself when he thought I was a wolf:It’s okay. You don’t need to hide it from me. I’m like you.Did that mean—
A deep, plangent howl broke the silence not far from my window.
